I am preparing my next exhibition on 4 November 2016 at Thonex, I'm making new art using several materials. The final result will be unveiled the D-day! :-)
New Toile de Jouy mini books... they are available in red, blue, light brown and dark brown. Pages are blank and it unfolds like an accordeon, the cord is made from leather.
J'y serai !
Je prépare des nouveautés pour cet exposition en novembre 2016...
plus d'infos prochainement... ;-)
I'll be there!
I'm preparing new things for this expo on November 2016... more info to follow :-)
I love these videos from Dior's project Petit Theatre... the love of detail seen in miniature. Truly hand made! Art, beauty...luxury.
Advent... from Latin "Adventus" means "coming". I observe this beautiful and meaningful season, and feel the warmth in my heart as I prepare for Christmas.
It is because of Advent's real meaning, that I don't like the commercialization of Advent. Instead,
I think Advent is meant to invite us to rather unlock our generosity and start thinking in some creative ways to give to others...
I am preparing some handmade little Nativity sets for my friends and family. I am not feeling lazy, but I don't even know if I will have time to take some photos! so I am looking for an easy tutorial, so it will still be handmade... and as I love miniatures so much, I found a lovely print out miniature set from Open House Miniatures. It is the tiniest I've ever seen and I love it!
what am I making this time?
hint: it will be mini!
" What am I loving when I love you?
Not bodily beauty nor the gracefulness of age; nor light’s brightness, so dear to the eyes of mine;
not the sweet melodies of song, nor the fragrance of flowers, or perfumes, of aromas;
not manna nor honey; not the body so dear to the embraces of the flesh:
no, these are not the things I love when I love my God.
And yet in a certain sense I do love light and sound, smell, food, and embrace of my inner being.
There [in God], a light shines for my soul untrammeled by space; there, I hear a sound that does not disappear into time; there, I smell a perfume that the wind does not carry off; there, I savor things that no gluttony makes sickly; there I experience an embrace never to be broken by [excess].
All this I love when I love my God.
So then I asked the earth,
‘What is all this?’
and it replied:
‘It is not me.’
And all the things on earth gave me the same answer.
I quizzed the sea and its depths, the living things that move there, and they replied:
‘We are not your God, seek higher.’…
And then I said to all those things seated before the door of my senses,
‘If it is not you, tell me something about my God, speak to me of him.’
And with a mighty voice all cried:
‘He is our creator.’ I looked at the creatures, and asked; their beauty was their answer. "
(Augustine, Confession X, 6, 8)