Library Lydia

A library like the TARDIS, full of so many worlds and bigger on the inside, and a library card is the key to access all of time and space

elemesy:

The Art Assignment 13: Shelf Portrait: Public Library

"No matter who you are, no matter where you live, and no matter how many people are chasing you, what you don’t read is often as important as what you do read."

~Lemony Snicket

As a librarian I’ve always been a firm believer in the idea that you are what you read and visa-versa. For this ArtAssignment, I knew I wanted to do a portrait of my town and was inspired by the quote above to do an “anti-portrait” of sorts. I wanted to see what spine poetry of what our patrons don’t read woud reveal about us as a community.

In accordance with that idea, I selected my books from our sale shelves. These are books that either weren’t being checked-out or were donated and the librarians choose not to add them because we either already owned the book or we knew from experience it would not be checked out if we added it.

Earlier this year a tornado torn through and obliterated parts of my town. My library was spared but many of our patron’s homes and possessions were not.  I’m especially proud of the top picture because it reminds me of how I felt the morning after the tornado when dawn revealed not only the destruction of the tornado but also my town coming together to help each other through the devastation. 

That was this five months ago. We banned together, cleaned up, and re-built our town. We’ve emerging confidently and we’re ready to put the past storms behind us, ergo: on the for sale shelf.

As for the bottom pictures it makes me laugh because, well, I live in a small town in the Midwest. Dumb criminals? The power of rubber bands? This is farm country, and ain’t nobody got time for that.

“Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.”

—    Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre  (via fuckyeahbrontes)

(Source: the-smell-of-books, via darlingeyre17)

teachingliteracy:

autumnsunset

“The king lifted a hand to her cheek and kissed her. It was not a kiss between strangers, not even a kiss between a bride and groom. It was a kiss between a man and his wife, and when it was over, the king closed his eyes and rested his forehead in the hollow of the queen’s shoulder, like a man seeking respite, like a man reaching home at the end of the day.”

—   The King of Attolia, Megan Whalen Turner (via adimlylitmirror)

(Source: afoolofhope, via adimlylitmirror)

zenpencils:

MOTHER JONES: Sit down and read
rachelfershleiser:

dreams-in-my-sky:

Lorenzo Mattotti

I love this! Lorenzo Mattotti also illustrated a new Neil Gaiman book from toon-books!

rachelfershleiser:

dreams-in-my-sky:

Lorenzo Mattotti

I love this! Lorenzo Mattotti also illustrated a new Neil Gaiman book from toon-books!

mindymcginnis:

Pretty much, yeah.

mindymcginnis:

Pretty much, yeah.

(via cattink)

sergoldenhanded:

It’s good to know that out of 11, the bottom four will be going back to the library tomorrow.. #ughresearch #research

sergoldenhanded:

It’s good to know that out of 11, the bottom four will be going back to the library tomorrow.. #ughresearch #research

(via jmrichards)


Karen Hollingsworth