My new Fanzine – Words, Thoughts and Feelings

My first zine filled with my own thoughts and feelings, poetically written and illustrated. Made with love.My first zine filled with my own thoughts and feelings, poetically written and illustrated. Made with love.

An excerpt from my zine: ‘Someone once asked me: “Where do you find contentment when everything fails? I answered: In nature, in all the elevated forms of art and in spirituality.”’

A 12-page zine, color printed with small sketches, diary entries and mix media mediums.

Fanzine com algumas passagens do meu diário, pensamentos e sentimentos escritos de forma poética em inglês.

Ilustrei, passei à máquina de escrever e fiz algumas colagens, no total tem 12 páginas impressas a cor.

Espero que gostem!

Para mais detalhes, por favor consultem a fanzine aqui.

Botanical Illustration

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A beautiful set of vintage pocket calendars.
For more details, feel free to visit my Shop here.

Birds on Matches

Nostalgic collection with vintage bird illustrations.

For more, visit here.

The Rose Garden

Tuesday, 5th of June 2018

 
June, red roses bloomed to rest peacefully, one by one, under my eyes. And you, my love? Where have you been? Would you be fully merry to see them as I do in this very moment? I can’t hear your voice neither your answer, but, in secret, I will linger, hover and wait for you in this endless garden of roses.

Souls

Wednesday, 23rd of May 2018

Forever incarnating souls. My feet earthwards and my head conquering the heaven. Multitudes of lives. Immeasurably away, my soul became a fragment, instead of the universe itself. A soul growing unearthly and gleaming in this otherworldly life, laying lonesome above the lilies, longing to reach the never seen arms. And Finally, someone came to unite two in one. After all, I was never alone, I was just wandering blind.

“Look Around Jane”

Monday, 26th of February 2018

When I read Jane Eyre — Helen Burns once said something full of hope and mercy to Jane:

 “Besides this earth, and besides the race of men, there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits: that world is round us, for it is everywhere; and those spirits watch us, for they are commissioned to guard us; and if we were dying in pain and shame, if scorn smote us on all sides, and hatred crushed us, angels see our tortures, recognize our innocence…, and God waits only the separation of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward…”. These words often cross my mind when I am in asylum from the light and true…. They always have the will to twist these moments and turn my pessimist into strength and reliance: these words and my sweet Venus.

 

Silence and New Dreams

Wednesday, 7th of February 2018

The new year begun and already a month flew by, now it’s February and I am enjoying the silence that travels through my flat’s walls. There is an empty room since my grandma left to live in a retirement house and, for the first time in years, I am experiencing the bliss of solitude (not that I didn’t enjoy her company, but one must accept the life changes and see the big picture, instead of always focusing in details).

I have set new goals for 2018, as I always do, and one of them is to redecorate my grandma’s old room. I am already starting to pick some paper ephemera and postcards from my collection to display on the wall. When I am finished I will share the result with all of you!

Thursday, 29th of June 2017

Dear Diary, //Let us be credulous that, one day, such joy will meet our way. // I’ve found a memory covered and hidden beneath the forgotten dust of time — and a past moment had unravel before my eyes as it was this very present moment, as it was my true essence.

Dusk it was, a particular moment of the day where this world and the other meet and become one. Where everything converge, twist and takes a shape. Where everything around us is compelling and enticing, where our soul isn’t a prisoner, isn’t contained, but instead disperse and free, connected with that invisible world, where, at once, is moon, light, sun, fortune, glory and hope. Dear Diary, I long for these kindred days.

New Arrivals at my Shop

I love flowers, I think it’s an obvious fact about me by now.  I collect them too, I’ve several dried flowers inside of boxes, books, decorating my walls, in jars, inside of small flasks, and so on.  And like me, many nature nostalgics do the same, so I decided to upload some beautiful and floral themed items in my shop.

The first listing is these floral coasters that you identify right away on my first photo. I found them so soft and delicate – it turns the simple act of drinking tea into a special moment.

These two frames with real dried flowers are so unique too!

And This oval golden frame? It’s so romantic, right? It makes me think of the long gone cluttered victorian houses. I think it brings immediately a cozy and charming atmosphere to every home.

So, if you are curious about these treasures, you are more than welcome to visit my shop. Wishing you all a nice week beginning.

Hilma Af Klint

Amazed by this female artist, she started to paint “abstract art” before the movement even exist… Hilma Af Klint born in 1862-1944. A visionary, a woman ahead of her time, a sensitive, an artist that was commissioned by a spirit to paint the series “Paintings for the temples” and other transcendent works.