This post is also rather late, due to my also travelling (separately from Lilly). I am home now, anyway, and managed to persuade my partner to assist me in making this mess. Let's start with a before picture:
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Image shows an open book: left page shows poem composed of typical instructions about caring for a book. Right page says "Break the rules." |
Now, one of the first things I did with this page was to scribble out "Break the" and write in boldly "NO Rules!". In part, this was a sense of not being prepared to break all of the rules - I don't have any glue (and we already know how well golden syrup doesn't stick things down!), so "DO NOT STICK ANYTHING HERE" was going to be a hassle to break. So we broke the "Break the rules" rule, instead.
Do not cover up this type. Do not try to cover up this page. We scribbled. We covered things up. we wrote on it, drew on it, even edited it. Do not walk on this page with your shoes. Do not rub this page with dirt. Of course we had to get it muddy, and step on it. We went out of our way to find good stepping-on-it mud - not too wet, not too dry. Mud does wonderful things when you get a thumbful and swirl it.
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Image shows an open book being stepped on with a shoe. The book has writing and scribbling in several colours, and smears of mud on it. |
I'm almost a little ashamed we didn't manage to break all of the rules. I know we broke most of them, but I feel a little as if I haven't tried quite as hard as I might. Nevertheless, we had fun with this page. There are still oats falling out of this book. They've been joined by dirt. This book is making my life just that little bit more messy by its very existence, and that's not really in my comfort zone. It breaks my expectations and understanding of books. This book is very physical, beyond all other paper books, it is very demanding, and it is not capable of living in a bookshelf with my other books.
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Image shows an open book with a printed poem on the left describing a set of rules on how to treat a book and "Break the rules" on the right. The pages are torn, have been scribbled on in red, black and green, have clearly had things spilt on them, have lumps and smears of mud on them and declares "this book tastes of oats" |
Mess by Not Him & partner.