It all began with the trash. Remember my son's Valentine's Day gifts this year of red chairs? Well, a day or so after Valentine's Day, I went to the garage and noticed the mess left behind, including pieces of cardboard atop the cat litter. I assume he'd used the cardboards as backdrop when he was spray-painting the mini-chairs:
Well, I was loathe to just dispose of the cardboard as they were involved in my son's process of making me a gift. So I took them back to my (ahem) studio:
In my studio (heeee), I decided to cut up the cardboard into the targeted mini-book size of 2" x 2", then bound two of each with blue painter's tape to create mini-books:
The result is 8 "volumes" that, together, comprise an "encyclopedia." I used a blue tape, by the way, because I thought blue would somehow effect the same sense as the old-school (i.e., before Kindle et al) hard-bound encyclopedias. And, I didn't have any other type of tape around...
Now, I supposed I could have made more than eight volumes. But a mere eight volumes of the same type of book allows you all to get the drift -- that a son's love is encapsulated by the red-painted "pages" of the book (so we've already achieved the aim, yah?, of "conceptual art"...).
On the front cover of each, I created on yellow paper -- because yellow and blue is always a pleasing combination (and I didn't have any other color of paper around) -- slips with the title and author. I glued each atop each volume. The only difference is that I assigned each volume, of course, its own number:
And so: here is Volume I of SON LOVE ENCYCLOPEDIA:
You would open the volume to see the following "pages":
As you can see, no words are necessary. (Such, of course, is one of the things a poet must attempt to master: when words are necessary or not.) The pages simply show the red painted cardboard that was an effect of my son expressing his love through the making of a Valentine's Day gift. All the interiors are similar for all the other volumes. Here's a photo of the encyclopedia stacked up:
Now, where shall we "shelve" my son's dictionary of love? Need we even ask? Of course they must be shelved on my son's Valentine's Day Gift!