love is not time's fool
love is not time’s fool (2025) is a coptic bound book of 280 pages of handmade paper. Each page includes fragments of petals, leaves, and plant fibers gathered from passing seasons. The title, drawn from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116, reflects a belief in love’s endurance even as time’s cycles bring change and decay. Layer by layer, the paper becomes a quiet archive, holding the memory of touch, weather, and place—an intimate reminder that what is tender can outlast the turning of seasons.
Paper is not merely a surface but a living body. The exposed spine and stitched binding reveal the care of its making, while the embedded botanicals hover between bloom and wither, suspended in time. The book invites the hand to linger and the gaze to soften, offering a moment of stillness and reflection.
Papermaking, for me, is a devotional act—transforming what is fragile or discarded into something luminous. Each step of the process—beating fibers, pulling sheets, binding pages by hand—echoes cycles of growth, loss, and renewal. Through this labor, fragments of one season rest within another, memory settles into fiber, and impermanence finds form.
Paper is not merely a surface but a living body. The exposed spine and stitched binding reveal the care of its making, while the embedded botanicals hover between bloom and wither, suspended in time. The book invites the hand to linger and the gaze to soften, offering a moment of stillness and reflection.
Papermaking, for me, is a devotional act—transforming what is fragile or discarded into something luminous. Each step of the process—beating fibers, pulling sheets, binding pages by hand—echoes cycles of growth, loss, and renewal. Through this labor, fragments of one season rest within another, memory settles into fiber, and impermanence finds form.