I use daily what's called an "engagement calendar" (the husband: "you haven't moved on to marriage calendars yet?") and they're remarkably rare, so I thought I'd make myself one this year. This the stack I will scan my photos from. There's Michelangelo on the bottom, Picasso, Norman Rockwell, Great Artists, Leonardo DaVinci, Monet, Lang Johnston, Dali, and two National Museum of American Art. And a kid's book because this stack is irresistible by even the littlest in the house. And some of the husband's notes, because the stack is conveniently located for stacking upon.
I took this shot not of the binding side of books, as they're often photographed, and not of the top, and not of them open. I chose this page side, the cut paper side, the parallel, least "informative" side. I let the flash add some tacky brightness to them. They're books, old, aged, smelly, awkward, and still perfect. There were "prettier" photos in this set, but I liked the mood of this one. They're art books. They're manufactured, reproductions, mass marketed. They're not the art themselves. They're thoughts of art.
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