I love objects. Ever since I was a child I’ve been fascinated by them, or rather more accurately, drawn to them. Whether it was a rock on the ground, a set of glass marbles, or an old wooden box that once belonged to my grandmother, I wanted to hold and collect them all. I love their colors, their shapes, and their textures. I love their weight, and their history. Perhaps this is why I’ve spent most of my life learning as many methods of making as I can put my hands to. More than any other creative pursuit, crafting raw materials into a three dimensional form gives me a sense of fulfillment that little else can match. The aura of an object is a powerful thing.
When I started working on this book, the process and scope of the project was one that I’d never experienced before. It was bigger and less tangible, like imagining the landscape of a new country or planet. I could see the hills and valleys in my mind, I could imagine how the flowers would smell, and how the sun would feel. As I began to explore further, I could plot courses and even draw intricate maps of the new world I was getting to know. I could see its shape almost as clearly as if it were right there in front of me.
And yet, despite this intimate relationship, there was always something that I couldn’t quite grasp. Try as I may, I could never feel the full force of its gravity. . .
. . . that is. . .
. . . until. . .
. . . today.
After nearly two years of writing, crafting, editing, and imagining, today I can hold an object in my hands. I can feel its weight, its history, and its potential. I can feel all of the effort and care that so many wonderful people put into the creation of its physical form. I can feel an overwhelming and all consuming sense of excitement and gratitude.
Hello friend, so very nice to finally meet you.
P.S. Signed copies are now available for pre-order in our shop here, and you can flip through a few pages (virtually) at the bottom of this post here.
*Last time in Books and Stories: Bicycles