Pancho Luna remembers his grandmother’s library as a rather magical place. His childhood memory of the books are as pure color, shape, texture and typeface; as repositories of photographs and illustrations, as both symbols and objects. It is precisely these multifaceted aspects which induce an imaginative experience by means other than words on pages which Luna explores in his luminous and alluring sculpture. Incorporating his own photographs to communicate fresh ideas about art history, political and social issues, science, architecture, music and cultural identity, Luna is a storyteller and each bookshelf is understood as narrative. Though these books cannot be opened, but they can very much still be read.