There's something exhilarating about smoothing the corners of paper--and slowly running one's fingers across its subtle grain--that calms the soul. Of pressing rubber stamps to paper and hearing, ever so softly, the edges meet and then separate, leaving a strategic mark in its place. When making book page goods, I often catch myself reading the upcycled pages instead of creating something from them. I read on, shifting my attention to a plot that I am obviously not following (the upcycled book pages are never in numerical order). This is especially fun since I catch only glimpses of character development and plot; so to compensate, I make up the rest of the story in my head. The result is always messy, with a strange turn of events and a quirky ending--and never does the novel justice--but it is still a fun process.
Maybe it's the meditative, tactile nature of making paper goods that catches me: wily imagination and all.
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