The social attitude regarding age is consistently getting weirder. You’re not ‘pushing 30’ you’re just in your late 20s. 30 is not old and neither is 40 while I’m at it. Growing older is an enormous privilege and displaying that age is a gorgeous component of life. Spending your days trying to reverse that grace breeds an eternally wasted life.
Any storyteller at all: Do you want to hear a story about a guy who was never meant to be king, but ended up having to take the throne? And it was hard.
Me: Oooooooh?
The storyteller: And not just hard in itself - there was sinister plotting beneath the surface, and interpersonal stuff was complicated too.
I asked my mum how she has managed to get our family, of 8 children, to church every single week since I have been alive, and this is what she said, very paraphrased.
“You have to go. You don’t decide to go. You take the decision out of it and know that you’re going to go every time. It’s hard but you do it. You fight the zippers and bows and laces and spit on the shoes to get the scuffs and scratches out. You brush messy hair and ignore whining and you throw bread in their hands and tell them that’s what they can eat on the way. If it’s hot you bring water, if it’s wet you bring an umbrella, if it’s windy you bring scarves and if it’s snowing bring heavy coats. You go by car, by train, by bus, on foot, you just have to go.
You need it and they need it. They need to experience the mysteries of God, and so do you. You need to do it together as a family. But if you only go sometimes, if every weekend it’s a question if you will go or not go, then they’re going to see church and religion optional. It’s not. We don’t go to church to see people and have a nice time, we go to church to live.”
Full-leather fine binding of J.R.R. Tolkien’s Silmarillion. The Two Trees are surface-gilt on the cover in metals that will tarnish, so over time the book will literally reenact their destruction. However the one fruit and flower that became the sun and moon are surface-gilt in gold and palladium, and will stay bright.
The edge decoration, sprinkled gilt and palladium over gouache, depicts the fate of the silmarils: “one in the airs of heaven, and one in the fires of the heart of the world, and one in the deep waters.”
The titling is done in palladium with finishing tools that I made myself, because I couldn’t pass up the chance to use Feanorean letters to title the book where Feanor is one of the central characters.
(longer post about the binding here, written when I originally bound it)