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Friday, February 24, 2017

The Old Relic

I bought an antique chair recently.

It was falling apart, and I saw it not to sit in - but as re-purposed books. I actually imagined it stripped, and that it might look nicer this way. The back was covered in this old, crackly fabric which looks very similar to book cloth. After setting it down in my studio, I immediately took to it with the Stanley knife, and started to strip it down.

Some of it is left intact, and I ended up leaving it in the corner of my atelier, covered in a giant vintage linen tablecloth (which will too, become part of future books) and a foot stool. I did intend to sit there, but I've only done this twice. I prefer to stand most of the day. I like the homely look of this set up, nonetheless.

I did create the first journal from this fabric, which sold recently. 

Last night I completed the new book, which I have come to love. It's not like my others, in the sense that I have worked this paper heavily. I wanted to create some sort of old relic, hence the name - a spell book of sorts, a mysterious lost diary. I've spent alot of time on this book and feel it will navigate its way to the right owner.


The pages prior to going in the press





Thursday, February 16, 2017

Squirreled Away

I often wonder if I can bring myself to use the special treasures I have squirreled away in my studio. While working, I see them, and think... no, I will use that next time. Because the reality is, I become attached to such things. 

Trinkets, treasures & mystical forms are within reach & sight, all the while. They inspire me, as my eye turns for breath after so much concentration, and sparkles in contact with these wonders. I lay them out - muse over them; think of what the finished piece will look like, or become - once it is paired with this or that.

Sometimes I will find the tiny thing first, and the journal will begin from seeing it. But truthfully I don't plan my books, they take shape as I go, and carve their own path. As I have mentioned before, they are like an uncontrollable dog on a leash, and I have to go along with it.

Dipping into boxes and such, I created some new pieces, two of which I share below. 



  







 


Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Deep Green Pages

A new trio of book necklaces have just landed in my store.

These are all created with recycled leather, and snippets of linen, lace & fabric.

The pages are my hand dyed deep green experiment, which each tiny sheet was stained individually and laid out to dry. I wish I had photographed this, as it was a beautiful sight - lots of tiny pieces of green laid out like a puzzle on the white protective paper underneath. 

I love these little ones and enjoy making them.

You can find them in my store.











Saturday, January 28, 2017

Aqua Green

I have entered a new phase, 

and it seems to be aqua green.

The kind of green that you reach,
if you venture far into the ocean.

It is rich, deep & mysterious.

There is paper, 

linen & thread in progress,

and over the weekend,

I will continue the process.





Sunday, January 8, 2017

Quietude

Of late,

I am moved by silence.

If music plays -

I like something like this.

Or better yet, 

watch it with this.

Books are amounting,

and summer -

 still wants to hide

behind spring's coat.

So,

we wait.

read,

create, 

ponder & wander.

Book pile from my shelf, 2009. Ravi Shankar won.

making a sun print (cyanotype) with findings on the grass.

a little gypsy-like journal - which I have warmed to rapidly.


a sample of many new creations to come, with variations on the spine work.


the local neighbourhood.

my home, beautiful Karekare beach. 



Thursday, January 5, 2017

Sun Rising on the New Year

It's happening, out the window-
and soon I'll be out in it,
basking in the morning sun,
the warmth tickling my cheek.

In the first days of the year,
I have been squirreling away in my atelier,
creating and relishing
in quiet moments with my books.

The first of a new selection of these creations,
I have shared below, 
and there are more to come.

This one is my favourite.

I've saved the pouch for years, and have a few more,
I came upon them by a stroke of luck.

This petite journal is 5 x 4 inches,
and is filled with 192 pages (384 counting each side)
of richly stained deed laid paper.
Many, many hours of labor went into this,
all the while,
love & light.











Sunday, January 1, 2017

2017

A heartfelt Happy New Year 
to all my lovely readers. 

Thank you for stopping by, 
and to those who commented - 
also to those who didn't. 
I appreciate your eyes, 
even for just a moment.

This little corner of the Internet is slowly 
being drowned out by Instagram, 
but I'll still post here. :)

So I look forward to hearing your stories, 
and seeing you around my page too.

Here is to a productive, 
creative and strong year full of promise.

GOAL 1 - Journal daily.




Sunday, December 25, 2016

2016

Merry Christmas to all my lovely readers, 
followers, customers, fellow creative Etsians, 
and everyone in between. 

Here is to a loving & peaceful Christmas and New Year.


Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Whispers

There has been a storm in my atelier.

I have barely come up for air -
burying myself in all things paper, linen, 
recycled & vintage leathers, 
linen thread & cameras. 

All the little puzzle pieces that complete me.

This little one has been a few days in the making,

And today I completed it -







And please - keep very quiet,
as these little ones are sleeping...
(four forest green vintage leather miniatures,
 in the old green press)
 xx




Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Mood Indigo

I have started a small run of journals, 
one of a kind, 
under the Indigo umbrella.

I had a dream I was lying in a bathtub full of Indigo. 

It's a wonderful process as resurrects memories of my photographic darkroom days, again, when I had a frenzied bout of working with cyanotypes. I always loved that part of photography the most, aside from pressing the shutter and capturing a moment in time, that I had chosen to frame - the printing part was an adventure I would completely lose myself in. 

I felt like a scientist, with all the little bottles of things 
(likely lethal chemicals though...) 
that created marvelous depictions of things I had seen.

How is this even possible? 
I would ask myself, 
as each image was born in the darkroom.

I have mentioned before in many ways, book binding and arts brings this back into my life. The need to work with my hands, with tangible objects. Photography as I know it, seems to be lost in the mist of a need for instantaneous images - no time to wait. 

It seems almost ironic, that this is how photography started, as instantaneous imagery, that folks marveled at in the late 1800s. But the long lost art of printing and processing is where my heart always found its place. In the future I dream of a place I can run a darkroom as well as book arts studio, and combine the two.  

For now, 
I ferry myself between a tiny house in the bush, 
and my atelier which is 30 minutes away - 
and feel grateful for what I have.

















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