This past September I drove down to NYC for the NY Art Book Fair & Contemporary Artists’ Book Conference (CABC) presented by Printed Matter. This was my third year attending both the fair & conference (2012 | 2011). I honestly didn’t spend as much time at the fair as I have previously: 1. because I am broke and 2. I was only there for a couple of days and I wanted to visit my baby brother who is currently living in Manhattan on a co-op from RIT.
My favorite session this year at the CABC was on Saturday, “The Re-Materialization of the Art Book: Contemporary Livres d’Artistes“. Sheelagh Bevan (Morgan Library), Jenni Quilter (NYU), & Maddy Rosenberg (Central Booking) all spoke about various examples of how the livre d’artiste has evolved into a collaboration opportunity between visual artists & writers. I walked away from this session with a ton of notes – but one word I had written in bold with stars around it in my notebook, and that was the name Iliazd. Bevan’s talk about Poésie de mots inconnus, Iliazd, & the Lettrist debate really piqued my interest! Over the last few months I have been reading up on Iliazd and I’m excited to say I’m currently obsessed. His work is fascinating – I’ll obsess more in a future blog post.
Back to the fair. Yes, that is a picture of an Artist Book Vending Machine! Fun, right?
That selfie with my brother is with one of Dan Graham’s pieces at the Met. I can’t go to NYC without visiting the Met! This was one of Graham’s smaller pieces indoors – we also went up onto the roof to see his Roof Garden commission Hedge Two-Way Mirror Walkabout. Apparently I didn’t take any photos from the roof – or, I just can’t find them right now. I can’t believe I didn’t take a single picture!
I spent Saturday night and most of Sunday hanging out with my brother. Sunday, before I drove back up to ROC, we took a walk on the High Line – my FAVE place in NYC. I really lucked out that weekend, the weather was beautiful.
Now, I’m back in ROC and in the middle of a winter snowstorm. I’m not looking forward to digging out my car tomorrow morning. Maybe I’ll snowshoe to work.