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Just a little shameless self-promotion here. Friday and Saturday (Dec. 4th and 5th) I (Alice Vinson) will be participating in the U of A Print Club Holiday Sale. Here is all of the info.:

Hey everyone, looking for some great deals on artwork? Well that’s what you’ll find at our annual U of A Print Club Sale this Friday and Saturday. We’ll be selling etchings, relief prints, t-shirts, tote bags, handbound books/journals and much more!!!! All made by the fabulous and talented members of the club. So get up off your booty’s this weekend and before you head out to dinner or the bar stop by and pick up some fab (not to mention affordable) gifts for family, friends, or yourself.
Locations & Times:

Friday (Dec. 4th) – 5-7pm @ The Grad Studios located in the “Visual Art Graduate Research Laboratory”, 1231 N. Fremont Ave. (U of A Campus)

Saturday (Dec. 5th)- 6-9pm in front of the Flo Gallery on 6th.

Also, I’m having a few small workshops over the winter break, so if interested please contact me at alicevinson@yahoo.com. You can find all of the info. on dates and times on my website http://www.alicevinson.com, or just find me on FaceBook and I’ll send you the info.

Thanks everyone!

Alice Vinson

She entered the darkened library as soon as the family retired. The floors were richly carpeted and the sounds in the room were further dampened
by the thick, velvet drapes. There were soft chairs and sofas in her path, but the moonlight from the tall windows was sufficient to see everything. The walls on three sides were solid with book shelves high up to the ceiling.
She moved quietly to her right and began sliding her fingers over the spines of the books.  Here was rich leather, smooth and gilded.  Now she felt fabric, rough and dark green.  She jumped as she came across a book with a silk covering. It almost glowed in the faint moonlight. Next to it another thick book with heavy ribs on the spine. The faint odor of the leather was almost dizzying. She gasped,  breathless, murmuring, “Ohhh.” And, pulling out the leather book, she sank down to the soft carpet and opened the book. The pages were rich with text that could be felt with the tips of her fingers when she moved her hand across the pages.  The large letters were gilded and glittered in the light. Another page offered a beautiful illustration of a lovely woman swathed in a  silken garment. “Ohhh.” she whispered, “How lovely.

OK, now, can you get that kind of response reading a book on your computer???! I don’t think so. Real books are never going to be in danger of extinction.  EVER!