Image from Central Station, linked below
This came to my attention recently, through my twitter timeline – and I utterly fail to recollect who it was, else they’d get deserving mention. Utterly superb. Paper sculptures, intricately hewed out of books. And left annonymously at libraries, bookshops, etc, in Edinburgh. With personalised notes indicating appreciation for the work these institutions were doing. E.g. “A gift in support of libraries, books, words, ideas….. (& against their exit)”
No nom de guerre, no subterfuge. Just two XXs indicating hugs.
This harkens to a bygone era, where flair and discretion could make comfortable bedfellows, and cheap publicity was not the norm. Of course, as I say this, 2012 might just be the year the paper sculptor reveals herself and starts marketing her wares. And perhaps such talent does deserve some recognition and monetary compense. But I wouldn’t like it. Her work would lose its mysterious elegance, and aura of Valentine blooms delivered out of season, unexpectedly.
Read the rest here.
There’s also a Guardian article about it, from March 3rd 2011.
Now isn’t that just magnificent?
