i had this idea. i think it started with the leather. so rough and interesting, this piece. i worked on it. put it aside. thought about it overnight. worked on it some more. a little more thinking. what did i want it to be?
i always seem to have loose bits of paper floating around me...filled with inspiring words i've heard or little sketches of ideas i would like to explore. i wanted it to be a way to contain these scraps. i wanted it to be a beautiful vessel for random inspirations. i wanted it to be like a deconstructed book that can be carried out into the world and filled with one tattered page at a time.
i gave it a head start, by filling it with a stack of the prettiest papers i could find. rough, torn pieces of handmade paper. and i made that even more beautiful with some silk and a feather. because feathers are hopeful and we always need that.
i call it a poet's pouch.
i just know there is a poet or artist out there that is meant for this one. if you are the one, you can find it here.
of course, you might have a different idea for it...and that's ok too.