I've recently came across the work of Guy Laramee and his book sculputres.
Biblos and The Great Wall are two incredible series of carved book landscapes and structures where the dense pages of old books are excavated to reveal serene mountains, plateaus, and ancient structures.
The artist says:
So I carve landscapes out of books and I paint Romantic landscapes. Mountains of disused knowledge return to what they really are: mountains. They erode a bit more and they become hills. Then they flatten and become fields where apparently nothing is happening. Piles of obsolete encyclopedias return to that which does not need to say anything, that which simply IS. Fogs and clouds erase everything we know, everything we think we are.