A space between books
workfortheeyetodotoo takes after the eponymous bookspace in London in the mid-nineteen nineties, with all its ambiguity of purpose and existence. Now, in the absence of any physical space to stack things, shelves, walls, tables, we might visit a notional space to list, postulate, attempt to classify, or simply to observe in passing, as memory might fail to do. Its undetermined relationship to books and art, cooking, music, journeys and walking, does however persist, as does its pleasure in diminishing or even lost causes.Of maybe less portent, it may fill in some of the dots between Coracle and Simon Cutts and allied fields, and try to sift a plethera of stuff between them.
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what about the story of pushpin, Simon? remeber visiting many years ago…