Fryeburg Illustrated
Fryeburg Illustrated
Fryeburg Illustrated
Fryeburg Illustrated
Fryeburg Illustrated
Fryeburg Illustrated
Indigenouys-peoples-day
Indigenouys-peoples-day
Fryeburg Fair Fire Tower Exhibit
Fryeburg Fair Fire Tower Exhibit
Poster Design
Poster Design
Poster Design
Poster Design
Cover Image: Mexico
Cover Image: Mexico
Maine Writers and Publishers Association - chosen for publication
Maine Writers and Publishers Association - chosen for publication
RE-Imagined Book Covers #1
RE-Imagined Book Covers #1
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“Until then I had thought each book spoke of the things, human or divine, that lie outside books. Now I realized that not infrequently books speak of books: it is as if they spoke among themselves. In the light of this reflection, the library seemed all the more disturbing to me. It was then the place of a long, centuries-old murmuring, an imperceptible dialogue between one parchment and another, a living thing, a receptacle of powers not to be ruled by a human mind, a treasure of secrets emanated by many minds, surviving the death of those who had produced them or had been their conveyors.” ― Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose
“Until then I had thought each book spoke of the things, human or divine, that lie outside books. Now I realized that not infrequently books speak of books: it is as if they spoke among themselves. In the light of this reflection, the library seemed all the more disturbing to me. It was then the place of a long, centuries-old murmuring, an imperceptible dialogue between one parchment and another, a living thing, a receptacle of powers not to be ruled by a human mind, a treasure of secrets emanated by many minds, surviving the death of those who had produced them or had been their conveyors.” ― Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose
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