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?

MY MOTHER, MINUN ÄITINI, MAMMA MÍN

Many flowers to my mother and grandmothers. A little bit late.

Happy Mother's Day! 

♥

P.s. Earlier: 2012, 2011, 2010

SOUTH SPRING POSTCARDS II

Happy May!

Sunday with small raindrops after a Saturday with silent movies accompanied by real musicians. Black and white scenes of Sunrise, score played live by Giovanni Spinelli with one electronic guitar. The moments to get inspired. To see and hear how beautiful it can be.

More postcards from the Southern spring trip. Village passers-by, fruits of plum trees grew by looking at them. Smiling face, lighthouse hunting. The familiar patterned stripes of grandmother´s hands drying in the Southern sunset. In a fruit garden.

Mellow Sunday melodies!

SOUTH SPRING POSTCARDS I

White Storks nesting, apple trees blooming. Girls and boys bringing their songs and dances from house to house. Lighthouse trips. Sunshine and warmth. Curvy village roads. Curvy hill roads. Neighbours that give fresh spring onions and salads from their gardens. Bird songs, sheep, cows. Goats that leave early in the morning and come back late in the evening. Shepherds. Dogs barking. White Storks talking to each others, the neighbours told that the eggs have hatched already. The sparrows that live in the stork nest too and their little songs.

Suntanned, back home in the Northern spring from the Southern spring. 

Have sweet last days of April.

F-MINOR

Melodies of the rain and wind. Seagull songs on the small home lake. First peeks of the colour green. Sand storm on the spring streets, workers cleaning hard the sand and gravel away. Two painting tables. Umbrella walks and rubber boots.

Packing a little suitcase and going for a little spring trip.

Beautiful, unusual views from my old hometown.

Studio Krishka made a small interview with me.

Calming music for your weekend.

Be well! 

♥

NUMBERS: THREE, MELODY OF THE RAIN

The spring rain arrived. The frozen lake became a huge mirror with a layer of water on the ice. Little streams here and there, puddles. First snowdrops. 

On Friday my small company turned three years old. Thank you everyone for your words, commissions, orders, greetings. The third year brought so many new ideas, lovely people, exhibitions, so kind words. A humble curtsey! Numbers: Two and Numbers: One. 

Sunday, radio plays mellow songs and rattles once in a while in the middle. The eagerness of springtime and all the plants to arrive one by one.

Have a sweet start for the new week!

SPRING, WINTER, SPRING

Many sunny days, afternoon coffee breaks on balcony reading and sunbathing. A pile of newspapers to read through. A circus show that gave shivers and many wide smiles. A little bit of winter returns with a snowstorm, then the spring with a blue sky again. Bicycling all around.

Smiles that appeared on my table.

Sunny greetings, good morning!

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