Everyone needs love letters, even from lover’s you’ve never met, or never will… The mystery and alchemy of combining ink, metal, paper, glue & affection/intention and sending into the abyss where, somehow, through the efforts of many hands and assorted machines, auto-magically time travels into your heart. Crisp, tactile, affected by the elements, scarred as such by the journey.
Of course I’m *always* writing letters and postcards ~!with paints and poems ~ and as it goes, February 14, my love was climbing matsu pine trees to cut into decorative arrangements on a blustery day in Okayama, and I sat quietly in a second-floor room with analog tools and a full heart.
Now, these dispatches – which required circumnavigations to create & augmented with mixed media splendour ~ will make their way to spark other hearts, possibly yours. Or someone’s heart you wish to spark. I’m here to help. #PostcardsAvailable
My darling Ryoko studies Japanese tea ceremony with a group of others from Okayama and Kurashiki. Recently i was invited along to a special tea-drinking session at her sensei Ms. Matsuke’s house (she’s moving house so wanted to do one last one shindig at her home).
We gather around, have some snacks and chat while setting up and then convene in a room to go through the process. As a new-un to the routine, i sketched a variety of quick scribbles to remind myself the process and find the moment of stillness (not always easy for this eager fella). Brief notes accompany the sketches.
Museums and galleries in Japan, as well as various temples/shrines and assorted other places of note, often offer inky stamps to collect and stamp in one’s own notebook – or if forgotten, on slips of provided paper. These are usually rather large and sometimes the ink pads are a bit worn out. Nevertheless, i seek these out and stamp in my ever-present scrapjournals.
This collection is collected on a ramble around Matsue, Shimane-ken at the Lafcadio Hearn (Koizumi Yakomo) museum and later, at various galleries around Kurashiki, Okayama-ken.
I gather inky stamps (of many sorts but mostly olden postal-related ones, usually found on the dusty bottom shelves of forgotten stationery/office supply shops, forlorn and bereft) and have assorted collections scattered in various pouches located in storage lockers, desk drawers, forgotten suitcases and rucksacks for handy deployment as needed.
Pictured above are some of the aforementioned stamps, stamped (obviously) onto one page for my reference. Noting some are woodcut and other metal designed for letterpress print use. One is (again obviously) custom designed.
Another batch of dispatches underway. Handwriting still lousy but sentiments still true. Also must commend self of exceptional quality & variety in stationary (nice one daveo, thank dave) – this is my #therapy on quest for #reinvention & #reincarnation .