FRIDAY MELODIES

Under paintings hide another paintings.

The morning when the lake had frozen so quick that the waves were still visible. The Moon on the sky. The pink moment in the morning, the blue moment in the evening. Today it is raining and the waves in the lake are alive again.

The polar summer flora, Mountain Avens.

Happy weekend melodies!

WHITE PAGES

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?

MEADOW HOUSE

A winter storm. Cold and sharp wind and snow on the way to the postoffice. Lady there asked if I really have so many friends all around the world, she remembers all my packages. I wish I do. A long queue behind me, but she continued talking and asking and in the end she wanted to see my work. Maybe there is something we can do for you. I wish they can, or maybe I can do something for them.

At home waited a letter from sweet Anthea. Spoonful zine, issue 3, has a small painting by me, Meadow House, in it. There is, for example, also sweet Melissa with her beautiful fragile flowers. So happy about it. Many winter woolen warm greetings to Australia and thank you Anthea!

Dried strawberries, nuts, dark chocolate and Finn crisps after an early sunset. Always Finn crisps and tea for me please. Cupboards start to be empty, end of this week I will move. Packing huge piles of cotton watercolor paper and house plants mainly.

A lot of wool around me, the wind dances through the windows. I wonder from how far it comes from this time. How many times around the Earth.

Have a good evening!

TWO THE SAME, THE OTHER WITHOUT WINGS

Teatime of the afternoon. Blend of verbena, jasmine, melissa. Watching painted areas to dry, from shiny to matte, from dark to pale. When the sun shines on the table, colors dry fast, makes hands to hurry, mind happy. For the afternoons the sun hides to the other side of the house, today behind clouds. I think it is all right, the table is on full bloom of roses anyway. Birch branches are dancing the dance of soon rising buds. Mr. Crow with his super shiny tail is sitting on those dancing branches. We seem to like to watch the same happenings on the yard. Pigeons, postman and dogs.

Roses to you!

DEAR APRIL, YOU MELTED THE SNOW

While eating blueberry pie, I wrote some new plans to a list that I keep. Ideas, commissions, dreams, places to visit. Things to paint, things to read, people to contact. Things for now, tomorrow and forever. Sew a jacket or Learn always. Things done become crossed, amount of marks which never will be finished is growing. Visit lighthouses. Have a walk. Paint.

Happpy new week!