put some odd pieces of rock in a mason jar and leave it on your desk; explain it as a bouquet from your backyard rock garden

a small artist's book I fabricated one afternoon at the library

It opens from the left instead of the right.

It is composed of scraps of paper, usually preprinted and drawn on. On the first page I used watercolor and pencil, as well as ink.

There is no ostensive "tale told twice".

The content is simply figure studies.

And a poetic misquote.

Images bleed through as reverse palimpsests. 

It is signed and numbered on the colophon. It would fit in your hand; slide into your shirt pocket.