Sometimes, when I am in a museum or gallery, I get this feeling that it isn't enough to simply look at the the painting, or the sculpture, or the piece of ancient pottery. I want to talk to the person who made the artwork, or watch them drawing, or simply pick the thing up and examine it from every angle, myself, with my own hands.
That's kind of how I feel when I look at these pictures I took just now. Seeing them here, flat and two-dimensionally captured by my less-than-amazing photography, you have no idea how gorgeous these Japanese papers are. A friend gave them to me in a little bundle for my birthday, and they are individual works of art -- the kind of art you want to pick up and interact with, to feel the texture of the paper, to look at the seeping of the inks through the fibres, to hold up to the light. These papers are -- terrifyingly -- almost too pretty to use.
I wish there was some way I could wear them instead.
*I make the rules, I can break the rules... I guess?
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Samantha -- I am exactly the same! I strongly believe that smaller parties are the nicest kind.
Katie -- squeeing is not only welcome, but outright encouraged around here. My blog is a safe place for squee.
Mitanika -- yeah, for some reason, clean-up-the-house parties are the loneliest kind ;).