I’ve made this journal for a birthday present. Materials used: handmade paper (made by myself), dried leaves glued on the paper and then sewed with silver thread. It took a while to sew together all the squares on the cover, but there you go, the result is beautiful. I think I’ll make a few more like this one.
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.
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.
