You know you're a bookbinder when…
I have a sinus infection. Meh.
I won’t bore you with the details, other than to say that I’m in a fairly significant relationship with my couch right now.
During this time of Burning Nose, I was inspired with a vision of a book.
Please be warned, if you have a weak stomach, this concept may be too gross for you. Proceed with caution.
I saw a rather large nose made of a non-specific material, perhaps clay or papier mache. The nostrils are open. Something peeks out of the right nostril. You take a hold of it and realize that it’s an accordion book, with one end of it attached to the inside of the nose. It essentially stretches out like a long snot.
There’s text on the pages, but I’m not sure what it says. You then look at the other nostril. You don’t see anything sticking out of it, but you wonder if anything’s in there.
The hole is big enough to reach into, so you decide to go for it. There’s something in there and you pull it out.
It’s another book with crusty covers (perhaps built up with modeling paste?) – yes, it’s a booger.
The cover has a title on it – Nosey Parker. You open up the book and the first page says “Nobody knows what the nose knows.” My dad used to say this to me all the time when I was a kid.
The book has a pen attached to it. Viewers are prompted to write messages in the book- maybe nose-related, maybe not. When done, they shove the book back up the nostril.
There is a box of tissues next to the nose for those who feel a need to clean up afterwards.
I doubt that I’ll ever produce such a piece. I’m just glad that something good can come from feeling yucky.
Gotta go. I have another date with my couch.