Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Boating





mixed media assemblage - vintage photo, lokta paper, self-made paper, vintage grid paper, gold leaf, linen and silk threads, board, glue

12,1x14,1x1,2cm  /  4.8"x5.6"x0.5"


I wish I, too, could go boating looking all amazing and wearing a massive but gorgeous hat. There are some problems though: 1) I can't swim and bodies larger than a stream generally freak me out a bit (nowadays plenty of things have that effect), 2) it's too hot to look all amazing (I know it's probably hotter where you are, but I'm still going to complain), 3) my normal-looking head is secretly too big for the hats available (except for the one I have that belonged to my grandmother, but that's for cooler weather and much too big even for me in a non-massive way).

I'll be on my way to London next Tuesday, but I promise you to update the shop with new books before that. My break from bookbinding wasn't luckily as long as I expected and I have a feeling returning to making books doesn't mean I won't be making mixed media pieces. A little bit of everything.

Saturday, 26 July 2014

Very blue - Päijänne






An unexpected break from my newly established frequent blogging routine occured when I jumped in the car with my parents after they visited me so I could pay them an unplanned visit in return of their well-planned one, and my absence from the online world got prolonged a bit. My father took us home via a scenic route along the Lake Päijänne and we got to enjoy perfect Finnish summer scenery from the comfort of an airconditioned car (the heatwave is simply dreadful; I'm not built for temperatures exceeding +23C, let alone +30). I'm not great at taking landscape photos from a moving vehicle, so I didn't even bother trying and I can only share these photos I took when we stopped to stretch our legs a bit. Lovely, isn't it?

My parents brought us extra shelves for our bookshelf. I managed to fit in 8,8 meters of them and immediately filled well over 7m of them with books and movies that were previously double-shelved, stacked and/or in hiding. I have a feeling we'll have trouble making it into 2015 without running out of space, again. Our trip to London doesn't help as we tend to return from there with masses of books every time.

I'll get back to sharing my assemblages in a day or two. Meanwhile you might enjoy the photos my mother took of the crafty part of Jyväskylä while visiting me.

Saturday, 19 July 2014

Though he was sorry, he was not angry




mixed media assemblage - vintage photo, vintage watch crystal, antique book pages, antique album pages, millimeter vellum paper, bookcloth, magnet, board, paper, glue
size closed 8,4x11x1,7cm  /  3.3"x4.3"x0.7"
size open 16,9x11x1,1cm  /  6.7"x4.3"x0.4"
for sale here


I just listed this one on Etsy and went too deep in thought when I tried to find words to describe the feeling this line evokes. The words weren't quite found, and I now feel almost exhausted by, I don't know what, maybe empathy, and I'm not really up to blogging anymore.

Things are good here, regardless my weird emotional weariness that'll soon pass. A trip to London looms in near future, and it's impossible to brood when I know I'll soon get to visit the lovely antique market in Spitalfields. So, once again, if you have suggestions of things to see or do in London, please share in the comments section. I look forward to seeing the London still unfamiliar to me. I ought to write a post about my favourite places/things in London some time soon.


Tuesday, 15 July 2014

Yet you persist with anecdotal bliss





Yet you persist with anecdotal bliss (Prince Lynar and Aimée)

mixed media assemblage - antique photo, vintage book text, self-made paper, handmade papers, linen threads, antique photo album page, board, gesso, glue

20,3x15,2x1cm  /  8"x6"x0.4"


Persisting with anecdotal bliss sounds pretty amazing, as does persisting with any type of bliss, actually. Usually I have no idea who the people in my vintage photos are, but this photo was in an album with the names Prince Lynar and Aimée written above the photo. I wanted to include that piece of information so it's now a part of the backside of this box.


These mixed media pieces come so easily I'm almost worried I'm doing something wrong. It's important to me to not overdo things and accidentally coat my assemblages with junk (and it's not because I don't have assemblage-y junk at hand, I do, trust me) just because that's the type of assemblage art I'm used to seeing. I try to live by the rule less is more, even if just through my art... 

The fact that there's not an awful lot of stuff in my boxes sort of leads to the issue of pricing (not that I think materials are what you're paying for when you pay for art). I'm used to pricing books, not really art, and I feel I may be undercutting with my current prices. Browsing Etsy's assemblage/collage art tells very little about what's reasonable, so any input is much appreciated. I'd like to keep my art creations affordable, but I may still need to up the prices a bit. For now things are as they are, so if you've fallen in love with an assemblage or two, now is a very good time to go and buy it.

Sunday, 13 July 2014

Minutely numerous & behind the scenes



mixed media assemblage - vintage photo, antique book pages, vintage artificial silk thread, dyed linen, ink, linen thread, board, glue
4,4x6,2x1cm  /  1.7"x2.4"x0.4"
for sale here




This afternoon I paired up cut up text with vintage photos and finished a larger mixed media piece (this tiny one is of last week's crop), which I'll probably share with you in a couple of days. I was home alone today so it was easy to settle into the studio for the entire afternoon with just Tour de France on iPad keeping me company. It's already a tradition, one that keeps up my creativity.

Thursday, 10 July 2014

the sparrow tribe and its kin



mixed media assemblage - antique photos, antique ornithology book pages, antique album pages, vintage mother-of-pearl buttons, linen thread, book cloth, board, paper, glue
size closed 8x16,5x1,8cm  /  3.1"x6.5"x0.7"
size open 16,1x16,5x0,9cm  / 6.3"x6.5"x0.4"

Tuesday, 8 July 2014

It's the wind among the trees





It's the wind among the trees.

mixed media collage - vintage album page with photos, antique book text and illustration, antique letter, vintage eyelet, linen thread, paper, board, glue

20,7x12,3x0,5cm  /  8.1"x4.8"x0.2"




There's something about old photos of complete strangers that's endlessly intriguing. The human brain instantly makes up a story to go with the image. There must be a word for the type of nostalgia one feels for things that were long before one's own time. Just the other day I was thinking how it would be possible to create the same impression by writing that one gets from looking at an old photo where people's faces are all blurry. That's the type of thing I'd like to write.

These two people here, on a field of flowers, must have had a lovely day when these photos were taken. They look like complex people, they're not a representation of all that is good, but they appear to be at a state of contentment. They probably weren't thinking about allergies or ticks or any of the annoying things that fill my head whenever I try to approach this thing called nature, which is something I'm feeling a bit envious about. I never imagined I would grow up to be a city person but year after year it's easier to stay in the city and avoid the things that make me itch and sneeze. I don't get that well-rested, re-energized awesome feeling most people seem to get from spending time in the nature, usually I'm actually pretty exhausted. Still, nature is the most gorgeous thing, ever inspiring even from as afar as I prefer to enjoy it.

This small arrangement of ephemeral elements made me think of how my mother taught me the names of what felt like a gazillion flowers and plants. In the mornings when we were walking to daycare she pointed out flowers at the side of the road and told me their names, sometimes in Latin, too. In the afternoon it was my turn to name the flowers and the weeds and all things green. That was almost 25 years ago [edit: the trouble with aging is that you sometimes lose a decade, so no, it wasn't 15 years ago], nowadays I'm near hopeless with the names again when I get so little practice in the city centre.