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aerial forms


Wednesday, December 5, 2018

I firstly liked this book because of its simplicity
I was mostly attracted by the cover, a roll hanging on by a thread attached to a thin layer slightly curved. It could have been a jewel or an installation, all I could see was the beauty of the gesture.
It took me some time to find a book, I was going through the library and the bookshelves but I think I already saw this book once or twice, I was still, unable to see it.
I was despite me, looking for something specific, Something more colorful, more filled Something that could strike me instantly. I was really frustrated, I decided to leave the library and come again the next day when eventually I could be more open minded, then I found it.
The book in its shape and its composition gets me back to the finesse of the glass and its conception. Composition of thin intersected lines initiating a meditative relationship,
The grain of the image becomes part of the aerial forms.
The space remains, allow the eyes to contemplate the shapes.
The blank spaces on the pages exist as much, to me than those structures; that’s one of the main things that I like about this piece, including a space through the page.
It brings me back to the work of the Japanese architect Junya Ishigami and the plans he realized for Church of the valley, through his drawing you can find similar ideas;
Inscription in the landscape
Inclusion of the earth
Dialogue with nature
There is also something happening in terms of managing the materials between
Raw material, minimalism and delicacy of the glass
I see the transformation through the pages,
The light is perceptible,
The shapes merges together,
Intermingle,
To create architectural shapes
Superposition of thin layers on off white paper

 

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All events are even.


Tuesday, December 4, 2018

For my third book search I was trying to focus on the keyword ‘minimal’. I went to the art bookshelf and totally forgot about my word. I was so much enjoying all the different books from all these different artists. I just wanted to pick one which had nothing to do with any of my keywords. But then the teacher came and saw me struggling with making a choice. He kindly reminded me of my keywords so that made it much more easy for me to make up my mind. I only had to look for the most minimalistic book I could find. 

‘ALL EVENTS ARE EVEN’ from MARK BORTHWICK – PURPLE BOOKS is the name of the book. Which was another reason for me to choose this book because of my second word ‘Network’. 

The book is so minimalistic as a white A5 paper with only a few black letters on it. While looking at the inside of the book, I only saw black and white pictures of people dressing up and posing for the camera, smiling. I thought the book was very boring. I never would have even come across this book if it wasn’t for this assignment. But because it was fitting so well with my keywords and also becáuse I would never have taken it, it was perfect. 

Writing about a book that you don’t know or don’t need to know is difficult. But searching for a book in an art library that you never would have seen is super interesting. From now on I will only let my subjective opinion choose a book. Not only the content matters. But also the design. 

 

Bort 1

NEW BOOK NEW ME


Monday, December 3, 2018

Is incomprehensiveness  my biggest criteria when I chose a book? I tend to always go for the books with a cover that leaves you clueless. I guess that summarizes what I find interesting in life ( especially art) very well.  Preferably a title you cannot really read. The last book I chose had a title which you after a while could read; “BART VAN DER LECK”. The typo of the title kind of reminded me of braille, which was something I liked about the other book I chose last time. The idea of incorporating braille as a typo for those who can see really intrigued me eastaticly, and I guess that affected me when I chose this book.

 

Compared to the previous books I have chosen, this one actually has a few geometric figures of colors on its cover (wow?). I am currently in a state of mind when I question the aesthetics I usually opt for, which affects my choice of clothes, music and in this case books. The book is still very simple and black and white, but the few colors makes it stand out a bit to the other books I have chosen so far. I guess I am taking small steps at the time in order to explore the new me. To be continued…The small geometric shapes reminds me of playful blocks, which gives a naive, yet sophisticated and graphic impression. I feel delighted when I look at the cover, but not too delighted. A perfect in the middle for someone like me.

Anonymity was extra present in the cover of this book. It didn’t really say so much about the man Bart Van Der Leck. Usually I think that anonymity and mysteriousity can tell me more about something than when you make a clear statement, but this time the anonymity just made me feel blank. I’m not really sure why since the book look very much alike my previous choices. Maybe my current confusing state of mind just feel tired of all this mysteriousity I have surrounded myself with.

Leck 5

 

More fear and loathing in the library


Monday, December 3, 2018

An overwhelming neutrality swept over me as I entered the Library that dry early winter afternoon.
My brow, void of perspiration and still furrowed from the hours of tedious busy-work that preceded my breaching the  threshold of the Athenaeum.
I looked around at the people sitting and noticed that most of them were not reading, but rather working on their computers. One girl was reading but I knew that she went to a different school, so I will relieve her of any narrative relevancy. Having been given the task of retrieving a book related to the subjects of historical or contemporary typography, I searched through the many rows of graphic design and typographical content; stopping only to dispose of excess mucous secretion that had been accumulating in my upper respiratory tract.
My digits were cold, having remained nearly motionless during the previous class but were slowly regaining their warmth and supple qualities.
My eye caught a black book, titled in small, unassuming characters: Typography : Quand Qui Comment / Typography : When Who How / Typography : Wann Wer Wie.
Upon further inspection, I noticed that the cover was in fact dark blue, which stood in contrast to the playful colors used as backdrops for the letters of the word TYPO. A cathartic feeling was induced by the inherent beauty of the cover alone and I was excited to see its content.
A wide array of depictions of book designs and graphic posters presented themselves upon my opening the cover. Some dated back to ancient times, while some represented the collected works of contemporary designers. I closed the book after inspecting it for about five minutes and walked to the checkout desk to acquire permission of appropriation from the librarian.

* Book no. 757.3-fri-1

Tribal Writing


Sunday, December 2, 2018

It’s funny how quickly people can learn something. Maybe learning isn’t the correctly chosen word in this case, perhaps it should be adjusting, or ‘changing’ or maybe even unlearning.

I say this because i noticed how the third time in the library my way of searching a new book in the way that is expected of us, was easier then the times before. Of course the day, the other influences in life itself has a big influence on the way you search and look for a book in an objective way, but it did feel like the new ‘insight’ was there a bit.

I noticed it by the feeling I had. Being sure of my choice, during the whole process. Walking in to the library, taking my time to stroll along the books, not being impatient or unsure about the choice I will make.

Looking at the backsizes of the books instead of the cover. The two previous books I had were both a bit odd in terms of size. The first one was longer then a4, but thinner, the second book was longer then a4 if you had it in a landscape position. So I decided that for the third book I wanted an ‘off’ size as well. This made is efficiently easier. With a filter I walked around, feeling like I had a direction I knew I had to follow. Starting in the lower part of the library, flipping through some books, not finding the right one, then, after quite a while I decided to walk up the stairs. Starting in the corner where I had found my first book, about textiles, I spelt made my way to the right, and saw a yellow cover. I had touched this book before. I had seen it, flipped through it already, I realised as I was holding the square book with a yellow coloured cover I didn’t like. But even though i enjoyed the book. The simplistic tattoo designs fitted well together with the square simplistic pages. I didn’t read the small sentences that were written down. Although I didn’t read it, I did notice how contradictory the font fitted with the designs. Simply by the round lettertype and the sharp drawings.

What links this third search to the others (especially the first book) is the instinctive search and the listening to what felt right. Besides this, the contradictory of the outside and the inside of the book was very present, just like the other books I had chosen.

908.9-din-1

Black.


Saturday, December 1, 2018

Part 3

The book I chose this time is fairly different from the last two.

I think the reason why is because I added the tag : “Oma” which gave it a different spin.

Pink wasn’t relevant anymore and now I was looking for something more “serieus “ ( in my eyes ).

Something that would interest my grandma ; culture, black , photography ; in particular portraits.

It was hard since we could not choose from the design section this time and my grandma owns a few Asian artworks that are considered design; things such as old Asian jewellery.

The way I had searched for a book was by looking for books with the colour pink but now pink wasn’t anything near my grandma.

So the next step was to find something that had to do with photography ; but the books were not placed on subject but on name and god o god o god I had no clue.

Since my gran loves the colour black; clothing, furniture , nail polish, makeup etc, I started looking at books with a black cover.

Then I found the right book, it was not at all something I could find in my grandma’s house but still something that reminded me of my gran.

Black, cultured, portraits and photographs.

But most important, it interested me a lot.

Now I’ve borrowed this book from the library and read it from the beginning until the end and from the end until the beginning I can conclude that I’m a little conflicted whether this book connects to the others at all.

I’ll take it step by step.

  1. Fashionable: Yes, I think it’s fashionable since the people and the way they dress inspires me a lot and in a way they are fashionable, so I do believe this is the case.
  2. Difference: No, at first I thought ok this is different; it shows the differences between the people who are portraited in the book. But when I was done “reading” it I found out that they have more in common than they have in difference. I had this feeling of solidarity when I was done. So I think I’ll change that tag to solidarity instead of difference.
  3. Oma: Yes this book reminds me very much of my grandma, I already explained why so there’s no need to repeat myself.

But the thing is that I find it more emotionally loaded than fashionable. So I’ll change that too.

I think I’ve might done everything too much in a hurry.

Or I just connect books way to easily to some other things.

Might just be that.

 

Anyways.

Hereby: in common, emotionally loaded and oma.

 

Dionysus in the contemporary dance


Saturday, December 1, 2018

These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,

Which as they kiss consume.

-William Shakespeare,Romeo and Juliet

 

   Dionysus was never out of our flesh and bones, even under the brightest sun shine, this irresistible longing for self-destructive euphoria.The establishment of self-identity always comes with the feeling of isolation, when I know I am myself, then I will know, the rest of the world is the other, or it is the other way around, we can say it is exactly by kicking out the part we think is not “me”, by defining the other, we started to build out this boundary of self identity.

  How do we solve this?

  By destroying “ourselves”, in the act and scene which can make you forget who you are, we unite with the whole world, with other people again.Forget who I am, forget how is beneficial for “me”.

  That’s how these pictures of dance attracted me, I saw those indistinct shapes that my eyes can not find one spot to focus, then the line between reality and delusion started becoming blurred. I looked at these pictures in right in front of me, but strangely enough, I can only see the images once appeared in my dreams. A tide of emotion rose and clouded my rational judgment, I’d rather give up analyzing the process of my captivation and enrapturement for this moment of pure extasy.

  What can we really capture by photography? All the story happening in the moment, the mixed fluid emotions, can we really pass these to the viewer of our book? How much can we really even understand ourselves, and then not losing in the process of passing? I think this book is giving me the answer for these questions in a metaphoric way. 

Book info? Pina Bausch  791.4

same attitude


Thursday, November 29, 2018

I needed to choose a book on the tree keywords that I had with the first book that I choose only on subjective raisons. One of them was my keyword `Nina´. Nina is a good friend of mine how is traveling at the moment. She will come back this week so that’s also the raison that she is more in my mined. She likes a lot of thinks and her room is full with all kinds of different stuff. A lot of thinks are reminding me of here. She likes attention and takes good care of herself. She loves to changes here clothes an do here makeup. She is the only friend of my that is using make-up. Her attitude remind me of the figure on the front of the book. Not so serious and little rebellion. She is doing here makeup. It’s a Japanese prints. Something that Nina loves a lot. She has a tree of them in here room. She likes a lot of differed cultures. the Japanese woman doesn’t have female hands. The fingers are a bit weird. I like it when thinks are not perfect. Nina doesn’t have female hands ether. There fingers are a bit bigger. What she would also like about the woman is the thing in here hair. It’s a stick that holds her hair together.  Nina is making them herself. The other sides of the book are not so interesting. There is not much to see, and I found I a bit boring. I think it was getting my attention because of the book in front of I that I took. I think its not necessary so have more on the outside of the book. The attention goes more to the inside, and there is much to see.

On the inside of the book you see a lot of Japanese prints where the leaves are falling of the trees. With a lot of well chosen yellow, brow and orang colours. Its looks like the people on the prints like the autumn and that they are sitting at a place where they can see the seasons chancing. They look so peaceful and careless. There are also prints with only landscapes. Sometimes you see a person wondering to the nature. The landscapes are very different form each other. It looks like pictures that I would make when I´m traveling. But still they are made in the same way with the same technic. So you see the different county’s through the eyes of the Japanese culture.

*753.1ill1*

Contra contra contradiction


Thursday, November 29, 2018

As I walk into the silence of the library I think about the strategy I will use to find my second book. I think about my three previous used keywords: instinct, courage, and contradiction. 

The first logic step would be to firstly follow the keyword ‘instinct’. So I slowly walk by the thousands of books, observing, stroking the covers, hoping I will be pulled towards one, like a magnet. As the pressure of silence and choosing begins to come up, I decide to use the computer. Still the source which is easiest and most tempting to turn to. 

The letters which form the word instinctive do not yield anything. It would’ve been an interesting find. Finding a word with the keyword ‘instinctive’ through an opposite way.

There goes my easy way out to find a book which I think would connect with my previous three keywords. 

So I continue with the second, courage. This time  few books show up, but none in one of shelves we are allowed to take a book from. Another sight, another loss of another keyword. 

Finally I put my last keyword in the source machine, contradiction. Last but not least, it results in a find. A book by Robert Venturi: Complexity and Contradiction in Architecture. I followed the directions that were given me and found a boring looking book on the second top shelve. Opposite from my first book I noticed the cover was very flexible and didn’t feel like a ‘concrete’, constructed book. A bit disappointed with my find I sat down and began to observe the book. Having very little knowledge about architecture I noticed that I had some ‘primitive’ expectations of the book. As said before it had a flexible cover, which stood opposite from my

dav

. I had expected a firm book, since I refer architecture to firm structures. Strong, solid, tight and well constructed buildings. In that sense the  format of the book really was contradictory to it’s subject. 

717 ven 1

The 2


Thursday, November 29, 2018

Project on the city


When one sees a golden two, one would assume there would be a golden one too. In the space of the library, on a shelf filled with spines of books, I found the pair. One of the books had a golden ‘’1’’ on its spine, the spine on the right had a golden ‘’2’’. I immediately linked them as a pair, an unseparated duo that could be read apart, but had to be put next to each other in a space like this. The sizes were exactly the same, oddly enough. I would like to assume that a follow up book, is a bigger, greater, thicker,  larger, better book. But in this case it was not.
 When one sees a golden one, one would not assume there would be golden two too. One book can live by itself, but a second book would need a partner two life. A duo, a pair, contains a two. First I took apart the book with the 2. The 1 lived peaceful by itself on the shelf. But when I turned the tables and took away the 1 instead of the 2. The sight of just a book with a big golden ‘’2’’ written on, was an odd sight. No, not odd, it was peculiar. I kept staring at it and walking back and forth in the space, to figure out why it was such a peculiar sight to see this book without its partner in crime. And suddenly it came to me. I could never imagine someone courageously putting a random number on the spine in such a fat font and such a big size. It almost covered one third of this spine. They did not ask for subtlety, it needed to be ‘’grande’’. That was an act of boldness, just putting it out there.

Monomaniac


Thursday, November 29, 2018

Hesitating to grab a book, I kept strolling through the library, my eyes scanning the shelves. In the back of my mind I knew that no matter what book I choose, it would be the most unappealing book in the library. That is my curse. The ability of picking out the worst looking book with the most tedious content between thousands of books, is something I was cursed with since I could read.  Eventually my eyes laid on the spine of a book that had a black plastic binding, protected by another layer of see through plastic. Odd, I thought whilst hoping this spine would not be as disappointing as always. I grabbed the book and I immediately grasped for air. Having a eye for good taste, my eyes were burning when they saw the dirty undefinable brown-greyish colour of the book. The layout of the cover had was as if someone wanted to have a minimalistic design but used a free preset example from a website. The title, in ariel -the designer should apologise himself-, had kilometres of blank space in between the words which suggests a failed attempt of making it look graphically interesting.
‘’Designing              and Building

a
Studio                  Glass Furnace’’
In the right corner an asymmetrical shape with seven corners. The librarian thought it was probably a shape with a function, because they put the sticker with the barcode inside of the shape. The back of the book is blank. It is for the best.

 

As soon as I browsed through the book, I immediately recognised the origin by its typeface. It was a thesis of a student at the Rietveld. One thing Rietveld students love, is courier new. It is alternative, it is cool, it is new wave. I felt bad for this student, that not only the outside of the book was boring but as so the inside and the outside… I thought.

Serious looking graphs and tables with numbers filled every second page, until they turned into dull series of real sepia photos, glued onto the pages, in which the was per step documented how to build a furnace. This part suited the whole book, but also gave it a sort of charm.
  Whilst I was about to close the book and finish my writing, I found two more analog photos hidden in the back of the book. One of them was the missing photo seventeen in the book. But the second one was an image of people walking down the canals in Amsterdam. From across the street a lady in red was looking right into the camera. She was my saviour of this book.

 

INCOMPREHENSIVE TITEL


Thursday, November 29, 2018

I had difficulties reading the title, which made me pick up the book in the first place. Different kinds of black letters which reminded me of the graphic bauhaus logo. Since I am a pretentious, yet troublesome, art kid I had listened to some bauhaus earlier that day, which might have affected my interest in trying to read the title. Though it was impossible to read the title without knowing what was actually written. Thankfully the title was also written with bold letters in the bottom of the left corner; “JURRIAAN SCHROFER (1926 – 90) Restless typographer”.

 

This intrigued me to know more about this Jurriaan Schrofer. Why would someone choose a typo for the cover of a book, which you cannot read in the first place and in what way is this man restless?

 

I tried to get some more information about this book by looking at the backside, where you usually see some information, or a short summary about the book. But it was just the same incomprehensive letters, but this time reversed. A cool way of dealing with the backspace of a book, respect! Not being able to fully understand what the book really was about intrigued me even more to choose it, I wanted to know what it was all about.

 

I liked the binding of the book, a japanese binding, which you very rarely see in a bookstore or library. The pages are put together with a special way of stitching, which I find very aesthetically pleasing to look at. It looks homemade yet professional at the same time. I want to learn how to bind books that way. The japanese binding of the binding also gives the impression of a exclusive and a bit luxurious, like “this is not an ordinary book you are holding in your hand”. And just like everyone else I want to feel special every now and then.

 

757.3 sch

Writing as a drawing


Thursday, November 29, 2018

Ideograms and how they can become drawings , loosing their first property of transmitting information , to turn into images we can just contemplate : this is what interested me the most  inside the first book I picked up and this is why I chose « The Art of writing » as as second step. This book gathers a large range of approaches towards writing from different countries and cultures. On every right side of the double pages inside the book, you can find images depicting those ideograms, all in black and white, with an old presentation : captions on the side, numbers & letters under the images :  this gives me the feeling to dive into fragments of a huge archive, travelling through excerpts just like in those history textbooks in high school. The ruined aspect of the book as well as the old list  with all the borrowing dates since 1971 emphasize even more this feeling you can have while entering in an space full of stories. I also appreciate the big « a » on the 4th cover : the « a » as the « starting point of the civilisation » with the creation of the western alphabet ; placed in the end, a kind of inversion is created that i also find interesting. While browsing through the pages, I could notice in the images how present were the ideograms inside architecture and space : on lightpanels of an Asian street, engraved on a south american’s stele or on a catholic church and many more. There is this need for humans to implant visible thoughts in their environments. This need, almost primal, is also what touched me because it carries at the same time a sincerity almost primal (see the page called « primitive signs ») and a desire to understand the world in a more objective way in order also to transmit this knowledge to others.

757.3 une 1

working space 708


Thursday, November 29, 2018

 

The book has been rent just one time, twenty years ago, the stamp says FEB.1998.

I don’t really understand what it is about,

I don’t understand the language either, it is written in Deutsch.

all I know, is that it’s related to architecture.

In a way I like the fact that I’m not clear with the subject, it allows me to establish a universe only by looking at the images and their disposition.

I see chairs,

I see radiators,

I see tables,

I see tennis courts,

It reminds me of working space universe, because of all those trials to organize the surrounding and the contents.

I like the fact that the images are moved in the space of the page, that page is not full filled by colours but sometimes just by blank areas.

I see that as an experimentation of the object

It as something common, to my sense, to the user’s guide aesthetics, but in a way, i find something strange about this book.

As if it was telling a story

As if it was about the absence of the person

The presence of this objects evokes me the absence but it is also because of their nature, especially concerning the round tables and the chairs

Everything is deconstructed and re-constructed

The lines are merging together

The shapes evolve through the pages

You can distinguish objects

From abstraction to objectivity

The thin black lines on the radiant white paper

 

assemble,

cut,

paste,

disassemble,

rebuild,

understand,

edit

708.5 hoo 1

A soft seduction


Thursday, November 29, 2018

I looked up books with my first keyword: soft.
Soon I got guided to the first floor in the library section 779,0 .

It was my first time in that section of the library, and that somehow made it feel like an adventure. A search for something I didn’t even know yet.
The section is all about textiles, wowing, carpets and all subjects related to fabrics. That pleased me, and I would occasionally take out a book I found interesting.

But then as I was gliding my hands though the shelf, I found it: A soft velvet book, in the shade of deep marron red. “De fluwelen verleiding” by Hans ferrée.

My immediately impression of the book reminded me a lot of my previous choice. A5, slim and with an unfamiliar language on the cover.
But the more I looked the more it gained its own personality and charm.
It makes quite an impression: velvet make one think of value and the rich cursive letter speaks of abundance. It claims your attention – this book is far from modest.

The nature of the velvet welcomes you. It felt like it had been waiting there for me, begging to be touched. The color made it immediately important – royal.  Such a deep red color gives it a certain association with power, history, strong emotions, and even a touch of danger – a blood red warning. A glimpse of fobidden fruit.

The title “De fluwelen verleiding” is written in clear-white cursive and quite demanding, as the take on a certain space on the cover. The text quickly realized to be Dutch by Henk Groenendijk, and translated to: “The velvet seduction”. Amazing. Suddenly the book seems more erotic and sensual.

In the middle of the front there is an odd symbol: an interesting graphic mark in black and white. It is the only shiny part of the book, which only adds to the mystery. The pattern of the mark reminds me of a small carpet on a loom. A quite nostalgic feel.

The back is without words, as to say that red velvet is enough information, and the spine quite worn, the letters almost dissolved. Maybe from the tool of time, or maybe from greedy hands?

You could imagine such a book to be too much – distasteful and kitsch.
But for me it is quite the opposite. I see this book as a classic.

779,0 fer 1.

Grey Hypocrisy


Thursday, November 29, 2018

Continuing my Quest for the Dull. I did not find any books by the tagwords connected to my previous result: ’Boring’ or ‘Seductive’. Only the third and less subjective ‘Interior Architecture’ gave a match. Though, this match wasn’t the ‘right’ book for me, in the sense that it was maybe too mediocre, but its neighboring book did catch my eye. It looked kind of dull, but at the same time demanded an autonomous authority. Not so dull after all, and therefore forcing me to adapt the definition of my Quest. Perhaps it was the rather small size (15 x 15 cm.), or the textless spine. I realized how the blanco spine is actually quite a sensation in this library, considering that most books contain either a title, some text or other imagery on this part the book. At the same time did this book blend in well with the rest. Just like all other copies, it is plasticized, and then some: front, back, top, bottom – everything drenched in the monotonous clammy layer by the name of adhesive cellophane. A perfect recipe for blending in, at least in the world of books.

Even though this grey square of about 50 sheets of paper could be considered boring, there are a few elements that make this otherwise invisible copy stand out by its demand for adapted care-taking. For example, the thinness of the book made it impossible for the librarian to place the code sticker in its entirety on the spine, the rest of it had to be placed on the cover. I can imagine when doing this job, the irregularity of books like this is quite bothersome. A visual rupture in the repetitive rhythm of the surrounding stickers. Besides, because of this invisibility, it is harder for a person wanting to look up a book only by the code he/she was given by the library’s database. Maybe that’s why I was drawn to it, the code was missing, or at least not visible at first sight. Maybe that’s why this book has this size; it only wants to be noticed by people who don’t follow the code, but choose by its appearance only. A stubborn little fella, this “cDIM Valencia”. Hypocritical even. Its innocent appearance, yet sneaky way of asking for attention.

774.4 cat 17

Fear and Loathing in the Library


Wednesday, November 28, 2018

 

The library in the Rietveld Academie is organized in a spiral form and looking through the books in it’s shelves is much like wandering the streets of Amsterdam as they circle around and around. This layout motivates random discovery but abstains in aiding any targeted intentions.

Luckily, the assignment did not require any knowledge of the library or the contents therein.

With a vague idea of which sections we were to choose a book from, I gazed upon the tall typography section. The individual shelves are lined with countless textbooks and magazines; each bearing their distinct design along the spine. The magazines tend to utilize bright colors, which, when aligned beside one another, blur into an inaccesable mass. Amidst this sea of color I spotted a tall beige book with a black title. The contrast to the surrounding books made it unique. The book’s individuality in this context can be attributed to it’s age; It was printed in 1955.

I took the book off of the shelf the study it in detail. The cover is made of laminated canvas and the title on the spine reads: ALBERT KAPR DEUTSCHE SCHRIFTKUNST.

The font reminded me of the font found on my family grave. Sturdy and very legible with well proportioned serifs. The front depicts a small white on black graphic of writing tools in a frame of black letters. The graphic is humble and unassuming; almost disappearing into the distance of the large beige cover. The first page reads in German “Versuch einer neuen historischen Darstellung” almost apologetically labeling itself a mere  “attempt”.

This honesty won me over immediately and I started leafing through the book. Old battered pages depicted forgotten fonts and the names of their creators. I recognized the name Schneidler from old correspondences between him and my grandfather that I had been reading that very morning. This made me feel like a historian piecing together the forgotten past of his ancestors. Maybe F.H. Ernst Schneidler held this very book. All speculation aside, I seem to have picked the book because I subconsciously recognized aspects of my own identity presented in print. I am book. Book am I.

 
757.3 kap 1

    This is honey.


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