A book of bearded men

I started  back at university yesterday after our two weeks of “blissful” no class break. To be honest I’m glad to be back. There is something about holidays that slowly halt my productivity. I think I function better with little boundaries of structure, no too many boundaries but some is good. My first class of the term was bookbinding, a wonderfully repetitive class, where I can sit and muse while I make a beautiful book. I attempted japanese binding technique yesterday which has an exposed spine but two hardboards at either end and I have put in some decorative end papers. Bearded end papers.