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I sometimes wish that Artists Book House was small and cuddly, with silky warm fur, twitching whiskers, and beseeching eyes, because if ABH was a cute little mammal we probably would have found a nice home for it much sooner. Since ABH happens to be a book and paper center, it took us a while to find a suitable location. After a couple false starts, we eventually Goldilocksed our way to something that is just right: 4207 West Irving Park Road, in Chicago. 

I am delighted to report that Artists Book House has a new home: 4207 West Irving Park Road, in Chicago. This is a single-story, double storefront in the charming Old Irving Park neighborhood. It is near the Irving Park stops on the Blue Line and the Union Pacific Northwest Metra line. It’s just west of 90/94. It should be easy to visit us! 

Welcome to our new website. Due to platform and support changes with our website provider, Squarespace, the need to create a new website that takes advantage of their new features and ongoing development has become a necessity. We are working diligently to migrate all of the content from our old website to our new online home, so some sections will not be immediately available. We hope to complete the migration by Monday, August 26th. If you have questions in the meantime, please email us at info@artistsbookhouse.org.

Deborah Siegel-Acevedo, ABH’s first Executive Director, will be shifting roles at the end of March, leaving her staff position to take a seat on ABH's Advisory Board. We are grateful for Deborah’s many innovations, for helping ABH to become more professional and for connecting us with so many wonderful opportunities and friends.

We asked our founder Audrey Niffenegger why the time is now to build a center for book arts in Chicago. Audrey Niffenegger is a writer and visual artist who has been making artists books for many years. She helped to found the Columbia College Chicago Center for Book and Paper Arts and taught in the MFA in Book and Paper Arts program there for many years. She is the founder of Artists Book House and serves as a member of its Board.

“Sewing Books” instructor and friend of Artists Book House Katie Chung made an appearance on WGN 9 on November 14 to demo how to sew a book, and discuss Artists Book House and our mission. Check out the segment above! Thank you to Katie Chung for being such a rockstar ABH representative and Book Arts advocate, and thank you to WGN 9 for reaching out to us about the feature

After our Book Arts in Chicago: Past, Present, Future panel last month, we sat down with Julia Arredondo for a bit of advice on being a book artist.

Julia is a formally trained book artist-entrepreneur who founded Vice Versa Press and Curandera Press, along with QTVC Live!, a DIY home shopping channel. Their latest work "explores magic, objects, and mediumship heavily inspired by botánica culture and the syncretic spirituality of South Texas." Check out and/or shop Julia's art onwww.juliaarredondo.com.

We’re delighted to introduce the ABH community to our new Program Assistant, K. R. Fowler, who joins us after having worked as Assistant Director and then Interim Director of Art at Epiphany Center for the Arts. We’ve been working together for less than a month, and already their contributions have been a tremendous boon–both to the organization and to me. 

Remarks given by Executive Director Deborah Siegel-Acevedo at Artists Book House's Prologue Party on June 15th, 2023.

Remarks given by founder Audrey Niffenegger at Artists Book House's Prologue Party on June 15th, 2023.

Most of you in our ABH community already know and love the book arts. Many of you live, dream, create, and teach in this wide field.

Yet as the past six months have unfolded, we’ve encountered new potential partners and supporters who are intrigued by what we’re up to, but who are far less familiar with the varied arts of the book.

The arts education organization founded by author & artist Audrey Niffenegger turns a page.

Chicago, April 18, 2023: In April, Deborah Siegel-Acevedo PhD, an author, teacher, and social entrepreneur, joined Artists Book House (ABH) as its inaugural Executive Director. Founded by Audrey Niffenegger, author of The Time Traveler’s Wife, ABH seeks to promote, teach, and build community around the literary arts and the crafts of book making. Through courses, exhibitions, readings, lectures—and pop-up creative and community-oriented delights—the nonprofit is on a mission to empower people to tell their stories and transform their worlds into books.

I was picking a piece of viscera out of my teeth with a thin shard of femur when I received a communication from a littermate, one I long assumed had either trudged off to Alaska with the grizzlies or finally fallen into a ravine as dinner for the coyotes.

It was always the same spot. The exact same spot. First it was a money plant. Then a bird of paradise several weeks later. Then an aloe which was quickly followed by a schefflera. It took me a few months to realize it was always on that particular spot of the windowsill. I would wake in the morning to find one of my houseplants shriveled and crumpled as though it had been strangled in the night.

“This wallpaper is almost psychedelic,” Rian said, running his hand along the pattern. Up close, the image was beautiful, but uncanny. “It looks like eyes.”

“I kind of see a mouth,” Toby said, placing their weekend bag on the bed.

It began when a tiny sputtering stream of water rained down on Kevin O’Donnell’s forkful of au gratin potatoes as he lifted them towards his mouth. He paused, examining his fork, and then he looked across the dining room table at his wife, Tori who had also witnessed the offending water spout.

“May I have your name, sir?” asked the mousy young woman who stood just beyond the threshold of the concave wooden door.

“Yes. It is Edward Irving,” I replied.

Having been dispatched by S.P.O.O.K. to investigate the Weill family and Summerland, their “institute for psychical research,” I gave a pseudonym, wishing to keep my identity a secret for obvious reasons.

Gary circled September 29, 1974 in his date book in bold red marker. He dared not write anything else, for fear of jinxing it. That night, in the chill of the garage he rented from his landlord, under sepulchral fluorescents, the turntable-sized machine clicked and hummed on the workbench.

John lightly held the reins with his left hand while Betsy snuggled under his right arm. They were worn ragged after losing Johnny. Weighing flour, oats, and tea at the grocery brought her some distraction. John had not found peace. His agitation flared when she convinced him to attend this tomfoolery.