Bibliophilia

From the lunch room windows at my work place we look down on the orange tile roof of a small brick building. From its architecture and loca...

I was walking home from the farmer's market early yesterday morning, laden with bags of produce, pockets stuffed full of ATM card, chang...

In my dream: offcuts of precious paper, creamy, thick, luscious scraps follow me around the Quarry like a flock of tiny lambs. In the night:...

Along with a big carton of leftover inks Murray gave me two boxes of old fashioned invitation cards, the kind with the scalloped edges, some...

I'm starting to get the hang of the Arab press now, thanks the generous, kind, patient help of three good gentlemen of printing. Ron de ...

After my first heady experience with the Arab press , I came up hard against the limits of my inexperience and lack of knowledge. Some pre...

I came across this wonderful book structure at work, not generally an environment where book structures other than codex flourish. The cre...

Today I taught a short workshop on making books and boxes to 2nd year art students at Northtec, the local polytechnic. The students and tut...

Since my last post I have: driven from Whangarei to Hamilton and back flown from Hamilton to Wellington and back marvelled at the warm, fine...

I don't know if you can tell, but I am grinning all over my face in this picture. I have just pulled my first successful print off the ...

As you know I am a big magnolia fan and last year I announced the winner of the first annual Magnolia of the Year award. But it has recen...

I have always felt a tinge of shame that before I started making artist's books, one of my favourite pastimes was doing jigsaw puzzles. ...

Northland is flooding , so I joined the exodus of people leaving work early, taking over an hour to drive the route that had taken me 20 mi...

This week I finally seemed to hit my stride with printing. I understood what I need to do to get the results I want and I got some traction...

No letterpress last week as I went on a little holiday to WOMAD in Taranaki. Too many punters and dodgey weather but lots of friends to ca...