Books that were bound by hand, carried many thousand kilometres. Accompanied on park benches and in trains. Always open on the table.
Inside: stories, calendars, envelopes, notes, measurements, chances and memories.
The first ideas and the originals.
Walks that were collected and pressed.
Houses, always houses. Homes.
Pages that were ripped away and taped back again. Adventures, flora.
The moments when brushing teeth, humming and washing dishes. The moments when the humming echoes from the dish shelves. Dummies, scraps of this and that. Conversations. Secrets. Dreams.
More of my sketchbook stories at Design*Sponge, a series that I had the honour to begin.
Three new prints in the small online shop. Thank you so much once again for your orders!
It is warm and sunny here. What about bicycling to fetch an apple and an ice-cream for a late afternoon break?