Another post about books? Yup.
I love books. I read books. I love flipping through their pages.
I’ve made books. I’m credited in books. I’ve been encouraged to write a book.
I have friends who work with books for a living as librarians, teachers, editors, conservators, and booksellers.
I wish I knew how many books I’ve handled physically as an organizer, and how many pounds of books have been loaded to my car and delivered to donation centers.
Once a client mused about reshelving her books by the colors of their spines and had her personal assistant do it. Spines say a lot. When waiting for someone to return to a room in which I’ve been left alone, I’m drawn to whatever books are on the shelves, seeking a common interest, a familiar title, or an addition to my future reading list.
I’m grateful nobody has ever asked me to shelve books backward as was (and may still be) a trend of sorts in minimalist monochromatic interior design and organizing. That said, I’m grateful I once made a date with myself to go view 3,500 books stacked against a wall in this fashion: all fore edges facing out.
Despite temptation, I didn’t touch or wonder what the title was for a single one.
p.s. Due to a wide variety of safety reasons, including this example, I would never recommend storing or displaying books in this fashion at home ; )
Enclosed Content Chatting Away in the Colour Invisibility, an installation by Dutch artist, Anouk Kruithof at Casemore Kirkeby in 2017.