"Never judge a book by its cover:
My feet are recovering from walking the many
cobblestone streets that I wandered for
the past month in Israel, Zurich and Paris.
I love the quaint streets and the many patterns and colours cobblestones streets have.
When walking on them I cannot help but wonder about all those who have walked before me and the history of the lives of those who have trodden the same path.
These boots have walked many a mile with me, in many a country and now they too have a story to tell.
In a Paris Flea Market, at the "Puces" I made Michael and my daughter come with me to the antique booksellers row.
We went the day before but rain cut our trip short.
A little voice kept telling me to go back - there was too much to
to find a prize hidden within the many stalls.
Whenever Michael and I go "on the hunt" for "that" object that
makes our hearts race just that little bit faster,
I always get stuck at the front of the stores.
I examine everything with fine detail.
He, on the other hand, scans the entire store with a type of x-ray vision
Spotting something he moves in grabs it and then calls me and says:
"Hey Bebe, come look at this"!
Usually, I am deep in wonder thinking about how I could use an object
pondering the history of some object that I just know I will not see again
Not wanting to be distracted at all!!!
But I have come to know that "Hey Bebe" , only too well...
For it means, as usual, he has hit the jackpot,
Two very different artists and collectors, we may be, but when
in a good store it almost becomes like a competition -
Who can find "the prize" of the hunt for the day?
In the end, though, its really about finding the perfect object for
he for me
Not really for ourselves
For there is no greater pleasure for us than finding something that
the other one knows, will appreciate fully
Michael's speed and his radar hit the jackpot yet again.
He spotted this wonderful unassuming book in the window of
one of the shops.
Usually, he hates entering or even coming into a bookshop
with me as I have been known to spend entire days in them.
I was so absorbed in the moment of perusing books and engravings
from centuries ago, thinking of my other artists friends who would
be able to use so much of what I saw to even wonder why Michael
had begun the bargaining process on this precious book.
No, it is not a journal
It is a long handwritten story,
complete with paintings by the author.
A story about "LOVE" that was written for publishers
But it never got printed.
I stood there in that shop and thought,
"Oh he has done it again"
Found "The Find" of the trip
I recall thinking for a brief second why would Michael like
Other than appreciating the nievity of the original drawings.
I, meanwhile, was pour over the handwriting;
and the oiled stained paper from so many hands passing over it;
and feeling the thin tissue like paper upon which the elegant script was written- gaining inspiration at every turn of the page
And each time we turned to yet another image,
we would gasp
knowing how simplistic
how hauntingly beautiful it is to view another artists handi-work
no matter how nieve
For we booklovers and artists alike, appreciate the time and
effort that must have gone into this antique book from the early 1800's
And the dissapointment the artist must have felt at not having it published.
The beauty of the handwritten word and the original artwork
precipitated a discussion between us of just how important artist
books and/or journals really are
Their innate innocence and beauty renders us speechless when we
happen across one
The book becomes a treasure that needs to be had, kept, bought
by one who would savour in its beauty.
Michael bought the book!
And on the last day, just prior to him leaving, he presented me with
And in the end
It was I
Who won the prize
Both in receiving the book
But more importantly in knowing that being together with
someone who "gets me"
With whom I can travel and enjoy the smallest of pleasures
Not only a lover and best friend but another artist who just
understands the pleasure I can gain from a humble book
such as this.
It takes that artistic passion to know this.
For that I am so appreciate
You are the best!