a beautiful gift arrived in my mailbox this week.
it traveled all the way from aylesbury uk, over a wide ocean, sailed across north america, and came at last to rest on my california front porch.
sometime in the last 50-100 years someone faithfully stitched this cold press watercolor paper in between the homemade fabric covers. there are no dates, but i arrived at that time frame based on a few things. the clothes of the few characters, the horse-drawn cart, the quality and condition of the binding, paint, and paper.
i could probably take apart the covers and have a look underneath the fabric for more clues, but i won’t.
the locations are written on each page – most are scenes from austria & italy. mountains, valleys, villages, lakes.
sensitively rendered in a soft palette of pastel colors.
every night i’ve been laying in bed and studying the pages. time traveling through the pages. pure enchantment.
i wish i knew more about fabric. it might help me in pinpointing a possible date of when the book was made.
who painted them? when? did the painter make the sketchbook? were they alone? mysteries never to be solved.
the paint is delicate. a combination, it seems to me, of watercolor & gouache.
a good reader of DFLA tipped me off about this etsy find. i can’t think you enough karen for your keen eye. you were right in thinking i’d be interested in purchasing it.
happy friday. it’s a rainy night in california. our reservoirs are filling with water. our gardens are swallowing every raindrop. and i am headed to bed with my new old sketchbook, to look through the pages and imagine someone’s long ago painting voyage across europe. it is a gift to myself that will be treasured for a long time to come. sleep tight.