Today is our 1st/22nd anniversary—one year married; twenty-two years together. (We were ready to make it legal many years ago, but the powers-that-be kept saying, “Boys, that dog don’t hunt.”
In some ways, Jacob and I are rather traditional. In other ways, not so much.
Paper seemed like the right choice, but we already had stationary, monogrammed cocktail napkins, and we’re not quite ready for wallpaper. We questioned how we might take the paper concept a different direction. The answer arrived a few days ago in a massive carton.
Tonight, at dinner, we’ll open the box and take a look at The Andy Warhol Catalogue Raisonné, five books in four volumes. The set weighs in at nearly 43 pounds—of paper. Of course, other things add to the weight of the 2,498 page package: ink, varnish, history, creativity, inspiration, genius, and a touch of Warhol’s wit.
AFTERTHOUGHT: As collectors, we know how wrong it usually is to speak to the joy of any kind of art by referencing its size or weight. But, remembering one of Andy’s remarks seems to make doing so just fine in this case. Just fine:
Don’t pay any attention to what they write about you. Just measure it in inches.
Reblogged this on The Midnight Writer and commented:
Happy anniversary! And I admit, I am very envious of your 42.7 pounds of paper – just beautiful.