At some point in life it feels like we are constantly losing people. Sometimes the loss of someone we don't know affects us more than other losses, sometimes that loss just taps into our accumulated grief. Sometimes it just makes us think.
Random internet searches turn up information we may wish to know or not. Annie Bodelier was a book artist who sent me a card in 2005, a little book and a very warm letter dated 19 December 2010, and who was participating in an online workshop making 100 books from Making Handmade Books. She was serious about book art, and she made those 100 books, completing the task in August of 2013. I'm sure she made many more before and after that project. I only recently learned that she had died on July 8, 2014, after a long battle with cancer. Although she had written to me, I did not know her. I did not know she was ill. Her blog is still online. Her books from the workshop are here.
In honor of her memory and the memory of her work, here are pictures of the handmade book she sent me. She put herself into the work; it was personal and meaningful to her. In the letter, she wrote, "The one I send you is filled with images from my visual journals and pictures of some books I've made. I hope you'll enjoy this gift from my heart to yours and I wish you a Merry Christmas and all the best for the year to come."
Random internet searches turn up information we may wish to know or not. Annie Bodelier was a book artist who sent me a card in 2005, a little book and a very warm letter dated 19 December 2010, and who was participating in an online workshop making 100 books from Making Handmade Books. She was serious about book art, and she made those 100 books, completing the task in August of 2013. I'm sure she made many more before and after that project. I only recently learned that she had died on July 8, 2014, after a long battle with cancer. Although she had written to me, I did not know her. I did not know she was ill. Her blog is still online. Her books from the workshop are here.
In honor of her memory and the memory of her work, here are pictures of the handmade book she sent me. She put herself into the work; it was personal and meaningful to her. In the letter, she wrote, "The one I send you is filled with images from my visual journals and pictures of some books I've made. I hope you'll enjoy this gift from my heart to yours and I wish you a Merry Christmas and all the best for the year to come."
"From one of my journals. Title: Conversation Failed"
"Flagbook. Title: Joy"
"Artist Book — Title: Connections.
By folding over/under you can change the "sequence."
"The maximum number of pages you can look at is 4."
"From journal #16
collage
Title: the Race Is Over Now"
(Connections, image #3)
"I've used: drawing, stamping, collage, rubbing, sewing, transfers."
"My 'junk journal'
Exploring Gwen Diehn's book: The Decorated Journal
Subject: Layers"
"Exploring stenciling in one of my journals
Title: Zonder Woorden=Without Words"
"Found poetry in one of my journals.
Title: The Emperor's Clothes (from the Fairy Tale)"
"Doodle (zentangle)
Accordion Book
March 2009: A Page A Day"
"From journal #17
Exploring eraser carving
Title: Do Hearts Fly?"
I believe that she also made the artist stamp on the left.
Now that fall semester has ended, I've been going through my studio,
trying to figure out what I want.
Fortuitously I found her card.
Yes, she was very interested in creating artist stamps.
A lively spirit.
Comments
Marleen's comment for English speakers: This is a nice tribute to someone who loved books and was a true artist.
You are welcome. Thank you for writing—I sensed there was a family who loved her dearly, but did not know to whom to direct my condolences: I am so sorry for your loss.
My thoughts are with you.
Alisa
Thanks for sharing your memories.
And I'm glad you like the book.
-Alisa