My training in a Cistercian monastery was at a time when there was a resurgence of the old crafts - a renaissance so to speak.
As luck would have it (or destiny?) I was in right place at the right time. An opportunity arose to be trained in this secluded monastery.
Not only a place where a strong faith is practiced in all serenity but also where the old craft of bookbinding was being taught.
I’ll never forget my first day entering the long driveway to the monastery. A driveway lined with majestic very old oak trees…..an entrance to a new life……and what a place to learn the ancient craft. I met father Richard, head of the bindery and a master craftsman himself. He became my mentor for the next three years.
By way of this photo gallery I’ll show you the skills I still practice daily instilled in me at the monastery of Sion in Diepenveen, The Netherlands more than 30 years ago.
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