" I, who imagined Paradise as a kind of library..."
- Jorge Luis Borges
The library is a place where the boundary between bodies and books is blurred, even erased. In the process of physical transformation, hidden histories emerge from between the covers and beneath the skin.
There are many stories that weave through these scenes; book heads roam the alleys of bookcity, thieves try to inhale cheap wisdom from the book well, an old man learns that one cannot fly with paper wings, and deep in the forest beneath paperhill, a storyteller sings the last oral story while beating for attention on a drum of torn volumes. The storyteller is bound and shelved, people go to sleep between pages, the last reader's eyes grow tired, and the librarian, out in the cold, asks thebook trees what kind of fruit they will bear when no one is left to read them.
These images are layered with printed text, but the stories are in the pictures...........