after a day at the dentist's ... work in progress

a different kind of book: my inheritance

                                                           

Such prosperity, such superb profusion,
Slight not, Furius, idly nor reject not.
As for sesterces, all the would-be fortune,
Cease to wish it; enough, methinks, the present.

                     from Poems and Fragments, by Catullus, XXIII

                                                                              

found these old photos of the glass book

in some old computer files while transferring from Vista to W7 --much better than those posted on HOW2 years ago (that my Brooklyn neighbor took since I had no camera at the time)

-- in these, what I talked about in that piece about the making of the book makes much more sense -- you can see the light "bouncing" off the glass pages --

 

 

science

details of work in progess

untitled, so far