I am interested in our tendency to use comestible metaphors in describing learning, and Font is one such trope. Much as we “consume” books; so also we drink, sip, swig and quaff from the font, the fount, the cup of knowledge. These familiar and comfortable allusions seem to me to be oddly similar to the huntsman who honors and emulates his dead catch by eating its heart. We devour what we would choose to know and hence be.
|Artist/Creator||M. L. Van Nice|
|Place of Publication||Somerville, MA|
|Book Structure/ Binding Method||Sculptural book work|
|Medium/ Materials||Large volume, chain, wooden vessel, gesso|
|Dimensions (WxH) or (WxHxD)||13.25 x 12.74 x 3.25 inches|
|Signed and Numbered?||Yes|