We went to the National Museum of Women in the Arts today. The they have an exhibition called The Book As Art: Twenty Years of Artists' Books. Very very cool. It was inspiring to see all of the ways books, storytelling and the written word can be expressed. It did leave me with a sense of wanting, as book exhibits usually miss out on one important factor: the sense of touch. Books are meant to be felt. Pages are meant to be turned. And in many of the art pieces, it is how the artist played with (or against) that very aspect of books. Ah, well. Not much to be done about that.
Anywhozits, if you are in Washington D.C. anytime before February 4th, check it out.
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