The Art Books of Pamela Paulsru


A quiet early morning walk on the beach, a way to start the day—the beauty of seeing the horizon, nature, changes—a place just to be, the tiny stones tufting the blanket of smooth sand and the musical scores written by the lines created from the lapping of the waves. Small stones usually found their way into my pockets to be fondled, re-examined or sometimes forgotten. Small stone piles began to form in and around my house.


It was the stone dreams though, lucid dreams about stones and their messages that kept me going back, searching. These stones resonated with me. They triggered stories within me. This all occurred during my investigation of the nonverbal narrative in artists books. I was led to explore the essence of storytelling in the absence of words. I thought I wanted to entertain the idea of story development initially through imagery, realizing however, that it was not simply the linear arrangement and progression of images with story telling


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