I absolutely love books, and I absolutely hate it when I lose them. My little office/studio is lined with shelves, all filled floor to ceiling with books on everything from calligraphy to psychology to literature to creativity. I sometimes
think know I keep Amazon in business.
I also lend out books left, right and centre. Mostly they find their way back, like homing pigeons. Some however, roost elsewhere. I quite like the old-fashioned habit of putting bookplates in the front of books to indicate where they belong.
Some of the older examples of bookplates are miniature works of art in their own right. I bought a book (naturally) on the subject based on a collection held by The British Museum. (It includes works by Albrecht Dürer, Aubrey Beardsley and Eric Gill.) The little labels are full of symbolism and allegory, and often incorporate some kind of pun on the owner’s name.
So, I decided I’d like to design my own. The brown owl is a reference to my surname and a hint at my addiction to learning/quest for wisdom. It’s also a nod to my kids’ observation that when I laugh, I hoot like an owl. Unkind perhaps, but true.