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Marek Gajewski
A book
Text from the catalogue of the 8th International Book Art Festival "TIME" 2006-2008.
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A book

Smell, rustle of pages being turned, roughness of covers, weight of a book, way I open it. Well known attributes that I need to melt into the time and magic of a book. An enclave defined by its content, message, and by intelligence, inquisitiveness of a reader. I'm looking at the pages. I'm entering the space [semantically] “dense” with meanings, filled with tropes, traces and information. I'm entering the time of potential, limitless possibilities of occurring. Unlike in case of life.

Life is but chaos full of hopes and memories. We are going by. This is our aim and our path. An endless sequence of events following one another, threaded onto a string of our life. The books we make can be a way to break this string. A way to destroy the linear time. Art, this is what can rescue us anyway.
A  n     a  r  e  a     o  f     e  t  e  r  n  a  l     n  o  w.
A state marked with beauty and metaphysics. Time full of good contents. Contents to be used just to feel the beauty, to create beauty and give it away. Not to go by, but to last.

Smell, rustle of pages being turned, roughness of covers, weight of a book, way I open it. Well known attributes that a reader needs to melt into the time and magic of a book. Even if it does not have paper sheets because it has been created in a computer or has become an object. The spirit remains. And the spirit acts.

Then I don't know.

What is myself?
Muscles, spine, blood?

What is a book?
Paper, cardboard, paint?

What is the world?
Me, a book?

Commune with art.
Read and create books.

You can close a book you have just read and put it on a shelf,
What was in it is in You.
What was in it has been left for the others.

Time of the book, let it last. 

Marek Gajewski


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