I decided to make another Little Artist.
While searching for a lovely rustic scrap of leather,
I found this tiny antique pencil which
I thought I had lost.
Instantly I saw it dressing the cover flap.
Once the book was complete,
I added the endpapers,
and again - in my mind,
I remembered this tiny
scrap of an envelope
which I had kept for years.
I had put it aside in a not-so-safe place,
to remind myself to scan it.
So then I could enlarge it -
would you look at that handwriting?
I turned the studio upside down
and there it was, waiting for me to find it.
I decided that it would just spend
the rest of its days
preserved in this little wearable.
I am happy with this creature.
More to come.