Francois du Plessis’(South Africa) book objects rarely look like books. They look like large tree slices. They look like gay whirls of colour or vertically arranged landscapes. And they look like small insects running up the sheer wall. No, his book objects do not look like alienated books. And yet they are book objects. Because the are made out of what books are made of: many layers of printed pages, velvety linen bindings or shining soft covers, and colourful bookmarkers. For François du Plessis it is not important which facts are stored in the books he works with, what ideas and experiences their text speaks about. His material is the material. His book objects are objects made from books.