Although I made a lot of books recently I neglected updating the blog with new pictures. It is very hard to find a good spot for taking pictures of my work. These ones are not brilliant either, may be in the future I’ll take my book in a park and have them photographed there.
After a post about our tree I had a look around to see what other artists are up to these days. These two are my favorite:
Jen Worden, mixed media artist, used her own creations to decorate the tree:
Roundrock Journal - a blog “about a little bit of forest on the edge of the Missouri Ozarks”:
Handmade moons, hearts, starts, sold at Deco Atmosphere shop in Bucharest. Tree branches, raffia decorations and glass vase from the local flowers shop 
Another glimpse here.
I have found this idea on a site that is on my links list, but I simply cannot remember the site’s name.
Frank’s business cards, I have tried to give them a “philosophy” classical touch:
O THOU WHOSE FACE HATH FELT THE WINTER’S WIND
by John Keats
O thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind,
Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist
And the black elm tops ‘mong the freezing stars,
To thee the spring will be a harvest-time.
O thou, whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
Night after night when Phoebus was away,
To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn.
O fret not after knowledge- I have none,
And yet my song comes native with the warmth.
O fret not after knowledge- I have none,
And yet the Evening listens. He who saddens
At thought of idleness cannot be idle,
And he’s awake who thinks himself asleep.
While making these hearts I imagined a newly married couple visiting Paris in the 1920’s. What did they think of? What did they dream? Their story is in the hearts.
Many years ago I was given as a present a nicely binded romantic little book called “Bartolozzi” (complete title: “Bartolozzi and his pupils in England”). I skipped through it, I’ve learned that Francesco Bartolozzi was an Italian engraver and painter, I admired a few reproductions of his works, the nice cover, the old yellowing pages. I wanted to read more, but I didn’t get too far, since it focused on his pupils and biographical details about the techniques they used for engraving while and after working with Bartolozzi. (See some of his works here.)
I treasured the book for its historical value and years later I decided to…transform it into a notebook. Brown or transparent paper pages were sown with golden thread on all the book’s pages, apart from those at the beginning of the book and those that were reproductions of engravings. At the end I tore apart the old pages, leaving just their bases, on which the blank pages were sown.
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This is our block’s post box, which was thrown away by our nouveau riches neighbors, saved by me and transformed into a vintage CD case.
