A handmade brush made of two slabs of wood and horsehair hardly defines the polysemous object we call a book, yet the two-tone hairs that make up the bristles clearly spell it out: BOOK. It’s a book… albeit a Duchampian one; and the bristles, like a story’s narrative, poke through its wooden ‘cover’ to reveal the content.  

The wrap-case has book cloth printed with dictionary definitions over images of bookshelves on the outside and with Mark Twain’s well-known quips defining books within.