Photo by Chris Scott/Flickr
Last night, while perusing my NPR iPad app, I was delighted to find a story about the mysterious anonymous book sculptor of Edinburgh. I’d posted about this last month, but here was the final chapter.
First, the artist has remained anonymous to the end.
Second, she scorned the common assumption that she was a man. In her own words:
Often a good story ends where it begins. This would mean a return to the Poetry Library. The very place where she had left the first of the ten.
Back to those who had loved that little tree, and so encouraged her to try again …….and again.
Some had wondered who it was, leaving these small strange objects. Some even thought it was a ‘he’! ……. As if!
Third: “the first of ten”? But only eight sculptures had been found!
As for the photo above: those are the feathers of a tiny wren, carved out of a book as all of the other sculptures have been. The artistry of each sculpture has been amazing, but for me the feathers top them all. They’re simply wonderful, as is the whole story.