While I'm waiting for my gouache to dry I thought I'd explain a little about how I ended up loving vintage books so much. It all started with this book.
An 1887 copy of The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth. It's not in the best condition and I bought it off eBay mid 2011 for the sole purpose of upcycling it to create some art. At £0.99 it was a bargain.
Unfortunately, once the book arrived, I couldn't bring myself to destroy it in the name of art! I don't even know why I thought I'd be able to in the first place as I hate disrespect for books.
I think my love of nature plays a part. After all, books are technically a part of nature. A tree.
That was that. My mission to create a piece of art enhanced my love for books and I now have the start of a healthy collection of vintage books to cherish. The only problem is… Where do I put them all?!