Time held in a capsule, measured minutes, stopped seconds, chemistry, a bit of alchemy, faces exposed to the sun. Lifted images like scientists of long ago, foraging across unmarked property lines we gathered various ground tokens many walk past. This is a holy practice of noticing, letting the little yet extraordinary be seen. Plants, roots, seeds, ocean life, flora, fauna and some of our own photography in its own right. Living breathing agents in this rare collection. They speak for themselves. Whimsical blue hues can capture and captivate you in a fresh new way. Awaken to wonder in our one of a kind treasures for you to unearth. All for the joy of sharing. Beauty in the seemingly ordinary. Each piece, uniquely yours for the asking.
These Hymn Notes Cyanotype, original cyanotypes were created with vintage hymnal sheets. Ephemeral pages pre-aged by time and fingerprints, they sing out their own song. Amazing that a book held in the hand of a worshipful singer in a chapel is now held by your gaze, perhaps the notes hold tightly in the atmosphere above us drawing down something called delight.
8” wide x 8” high x .75” deep
cradled birch panel
cyanotype
encaustic medium
mixed media, oils and pigments
Time held in a capsule, measured minutes, stopped seconds, chemistry, a bit of alchemy, faces exposed to the sun. Lifted images like scientists of long ago, foraging across unmarked property lines we gathered various ground tokens many walk past. This is a holy practice of noticing, letting the little yet extraordinary be seen. Plants, roots, seeds, ocean life, flora, fauna and some of our own photography in its own right. Living breathing agents in this rare collection. They speak for themselves. Whimsical blue hues can capture and captivate you in a fresh new way. Awaken to wonder in our one of a kind treasures for you to unearth. All for the joy of sharing. Beauty in the seemingly ordinary. Each piece, uniquely yours for the asking.
These Hymn Notes Cyanotype, original cyanotypes were created with vintage hymnal sheets. Ephemeral pages pre-aged by time and fingerprints, they sing out their own song. Amazing that a book held in the hand of a worshipful singer in a chapel is now held by your gaze, perhaps the notes hold tightly in the atmosphere above us drawing down something called delight.
8” wide x 8” high x .75” deep
cradled birch panel
cyanotype
encaustic medium
mixed media, oils and pigments
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