Growing up in New York, one of my places of refuge as a child was an old stone building on East Sixty-seventh street. Two heavy wood doors with big brass handles opened into a world of color and silence. The marble entry hall floor was cool and patterned. The smooth old wooden bannisters on the stair, had been polished by the hands of generations of children before me. A private club, for which admittance and independence depended on the ability to sign your name. Offering a place to think and indulge in fantasy, free for the taking to all who clutched the card . The library. The tall walnut shelves tickled the ceiling and a rolling ladder gave access to even its highest reaches. I often thought I could live there comfortably. Unfortunately,the chance to move in never presented itself, and I was probably too much of a rule-follower to risk sneaking an overnight stay. What if I lost my privileges ?!! After visiting the main branch on Fifth Avenue, although not nearly as cozy as my branch, I realized it had the lock on grandeur. Imagine being guarded by lions! What a home that might have been!
Inspired by those memories, I have created these images to provide a home away from home, all nestled neatly into books.A quick glance at the shelf wouldn’t give my secret away.
September 5th, 2012 at 5:43 pm
Beautiful photos!
September 6th, 2012 at 10:58 am
Thank you for checking it out!
September 5th, 2012 at 6:37 pm
Love your art… I have tried a few overlays like this but want to work with this more… beautiful!
September 6th, 2012 at 11:15 am
Thank you! I really learned the most about layers by playing with it until I found some things that work pretty consistently. Just have fun with it. If you have questions I can try to help.
September 5th, 2012 at 10:03 pm
Very cool! I especially like the first and last, and your description of the library. And bonus points for featuring Bomba the Jungle Boy! I read a few as a kid (my uncle’s old books) and loved them.
September 6th, 2012 at 11:16 am
I’m glad you enjoyed them. Books are definitely a refuge.
September 11th, 2012 at 12:31 am
Love these images of home layered over the books in both parts 1 and 2! Very clever and delightfully done!
September 11th, 2012 at 7:18 am
Thank you! I really could live in the library, especially on some days. Thank you for visiting and commenting.
September 12th, 2012 at 11:43 am
I remember when I rediscovered the library as an adult. For some reason, for years I never thought about them. Then I moved to a new area and suddenly realized some books I wanted to read were available at the library and I didn’t have to buy them. As I walked into the library, the first time in years, I felt like a little kid, full of awe and excitement – for here was a treasure trove, full of valuable gems that I had access to at no cost (beyond my tax dollars!). All these resources, and people to help, and quiet corners and a sense of timelessness in some older libraries. They are special!
September 12th, 2012 at 9:07 pm
I totally understand, especially with paperbacks costing $7-8.00 for a short read. I also find such unexpected treasures like new authors and topics explored in new ways. They are a place of serenity and pleasure. Thanks for visiting.