Resolution, Oh Seven

Minnesota Center for Book Arts

Artist-in-Residence 

Summer of 2015

I've been working daily at the center and experimenting with silkscreen and type. 

Today I just completed an edition of 5 unique books. 

Mediums include: ink, acrylic, graphite, and color pencil. 

The poem is by my husband, Carter Clapsadle. 

We're working on another book that will be printed soon.

Resolution, Oh Seven

Text‭: ‬Screen printed in Rockwell bold 30/32

Size‭: ‬accordion—closed 5.5‭"‬‭ ‬x 9‭", ‬extends to 88‭" ‬

Mediums‭: ‬graphite‭, ‬color pencil‭, ‬acrylic‭, ‬and ink

Signed by both artists‭. ‬Deluxe Edition of 5‭ ‬unique books

email‭: ‬Jabaugnet@stcloudstate.edu

Collaboration with Lin Lacy

Lin and I designed a book using her pressure prints. She had a reserve of old prints. We looked through them and selected several with a nature theme. We started with the word 'eternal' and then searched for other words. After a few weeks we came up with 'momentary.' We had a list of words and decided on the title—Brief Encounters.
Size: 6" x 6." 

8 pages total, the font is Minion Pro. 

These are for sale at the Mn. Center for
Book Arts. consignment@mnbookarts.org

Sarabande

There is no difference

         between a

                    shattered wing and a burning strip of lace

Like them, love:

translate faraway lands

that we have never left.

Artist: Julie Baugnet

Printed Images: Lin Lacy

Poetry: Felip Costaglioli

In Love We Trust

Painter/Book Artist: Julie Baugnet

Poet: Felip Castaglioli

Printing by Super Session Press

Medium: Oil on Rives BFK

Typography: Adobe Garamond

Size: 

7.5" x  5" (closed)

17.5" x 5" (opened)

Edition of 3  $425.00 each  

Bilingual—English and French, see poem below.

Your hand is in my hand

like a long knife of grass  

and what can’t be compared

we’ll keep under our nails

I am working with gauze

and you    vanishing wound

Fleeing will be my home

trembling fortress at once

and stubborn prisoner:   

a well   chapel   a barn

I’m the top of the page

the folding of the sky

corner of your table

where nothing and no one

nothing can be written

well  still I    have my shadow

at once trembling fortress

and stubborn prisoner

for one no longer knows

which one will be the face

the face of emptiness

and the face of the whole

but one knows the shiver

and the burning caress

caress of the other

there lies my beautiful 

my 

trembling faith 

in you.