Today, I will be exploring with Flaneur the meaning of flowers.
I’ve still a lot of mail to catch up. Be patient my friends.
I’m that kind of a friend who will forget your birthday, but I always be there when you need it, so what is more important: birthday or always be there?
A letter to my childhood’s friend Vânia, I meet her when I was 10 years old, twenty years have passed and we are here in this life perpetuating our friendship.
I made for her a pastel velvet pink chocker and a postcard as birthday gift. I hope she enjoys it.
I’ve been succeed in doing this project that I have idealized in my mind long time ago and I am so happy with the results. Now, I’ve a place to hang beautiful things like old paper ephemera, letters that I am currently writing to my dear pen pals, letters that I’ve received, bouquets with gypsophilas… I’ve placed this frame in my working place, and certainly it will help me to be more creative and inspired by the little treasures that hang there. Our hands are really an amazing gift that the universe offered us… I feel that the reason that we are alive is to create beauty and things that bring us and the ones that we love joy: Small things, the best things…
P.s – Soon will be a video showing how to do this frame, is pretty simple and I don’t even know if I am able to show it, but I will try.
Preparing a parcel with vintage ribbons from my shop to send out on Monday.
A beautiful letter from Vibeke came inside of this beautiful box. Everything was so thoughtful that I felt like I was inside of a Jane Austen’s Book.
Slowing packaging, seeking the harmony and simplicity trough the movements of my fingers. Loosing and encountering myself in this experience of wrapping. Aspiring for perfection — knowing when it is the right moment to stop. Being content.
When this parcel arrives to its destination, it will be unwrapped and, in this temporal dimension, something magic will happen: slowly what was hidden, becomes unhidden: revealed…
“First, the initially hidden object of quest, whether a view, an artifact, or a person, must be believed to be something positive and worth having access to. If we have a reason to believe that the object in question is not worth exposing, like a Pandora’s box, we will not be enticed to open, unwrap, or reveal it (unless morbid curiosity gets the better of us). (…) The positive aesthetic experience derived from concealment and obscurity, thus, is dependent upon the possibility of uncovering the wrapping and having access to the object of longing. (…)”
Japanese Aesthetics of Packaging, Yuriko Saito.
This is my process of writing a letter: gathering different sorts of paper and ephemeras, waiting for words to come, seeking for harmony in every single piece of this assemblage.
Treasuring Lila’s letter inside of my nature journal.