In Spain, floods of books pour out of the windows of buildings. Artist Alicia Martin created these sculptural installations (under the project moniker Biografias) at three site specific locations in Madrid.
Each book’s pages, unbound by glue, are free to flutter in the breeze, allowing the sculptures to appear to almost breathe in an asynchronous yet seemingly natural manner.
Check out an image gallery as well as a video of the installations here.
Things to think about: if it were any other object piled and connected together in sculptural form, would we assign the same sense of significance to the installations? Does the fact that they are books make you feel either a sense of connection, or a sense of confusion in that something you assign specific meaning to has been effectively destroyed? What does the art make you feel, as a reader, and as a viewer of art? What do you think the intention of work is?