My love for marbling goes back more than 30 years. Lenny and I were living together on East 92nd Street, and we really needed money. I had learned about marbling before, so I bought some paper and cardboard and paint and string —and turned our little apartment into a book factory. I sold some of them to Pearl Paint, and Lenny sold the rest on the street. I can still remember him calling out to the passersby “Check ‘em out! The perfect Christmas gift! Handmade books! Check ‘em out!” I still have one of those books. See the first photograph above.
This is one of the things I love about art. I only wound up doing this because my package didn’t arrive. But now, thanks to that happy accident, I had lots of fun and can now consider marbling for my banner project. Plus, I got to recall distant, happy memories of that first year of romance with my husband.
