Creative Collector

I have this addiction for colours, paper and ink or to be more precise about the latter: the process of printing. Each as a separate drug or a combination of them will give me my ultimate high. I can’t remember at what age this started but I do remember what it started: felt-tip pens and ‘vouwblaadjes’. At times my mum would take us to the toyshop after nagging her for hours, explaining that we ‘just wanted to have a look around’. My brothers would go for Playmobil or Lego toys, I’d always make a beeline for the craft and art supplies section.

I would be instantly mesmerized by the organised ranges of colours no matter what it was: beads neatly arranged by colour in their separate compartments, crayons or felt-tip pens sets sorted by the colours of the rainbow and 250 sheets packages of square and coloured paper called ‘vouwblaadjes’ used for the Dutch version of origami: paper folding art. I still know a thing or two about paper folding and whenever my mum would buy me a package of ‘vouwblaadjes’ I would try my best to keep it neat and in exactly the same order of colours.

Not just the folding paper, I also had to keep my felt-tip pens arranged by the colours of the rainbow. You see, all these craft and art supplies were treasures to me and of immense value. I wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible which meant you’d have to look after it and keep things tidy and neat. My parents always encouraged creativity over grades: both have amazing drawing skills and my mum has a degree in fashion design and sewing. School was important, just not as important as a natural skill set, the grades were good anyway.

This is how it all started. These days resulting in a large variety of beautiful designed labels: food, whisky and wine, intruiging [Moleskine] notebooks, Talens Acrylic paints, Daler Rowney brushes, Conté crayons, Derwent watercolour pencils, Derwent color pencils, Van Gogh soft and hard pastels, hand-made paper containing cotton fibers and embedded leaves and/or flowers, Joss paper, wrapping tissue paper, rice paper, blue airmail paper, Chinese ink and nib pens, Pilot fineliners, Staedtler markers, glitter pens and my good old fountain pen…

And what I just mentioned is probably not even half of the things I have neatly stored away in my cool chest of drawers flight case… There’s another collection of graphic design tools, like a Pantone Color guides set, cutting tools, drawing tools and lots and lots more. So you see… this is why I could not resist the urge to buy those two notebooks last Saturday, it’s in my genes…

Blame my parents *wink*

Aladdin’s cave: Paper

Aladdin’s cave: Pencils

Aladdin’s cave: Pastels

Aladdin’s cave: Vouwblaadjes

Shower Of Leaves

I appreciate art but not all art, some I find appalling but I do appreciate the kind that puts a smile on my face. Especially when an adult artist is able to nurture the child within -through his art- that many seem to forget about when they grow older and therefore most likely grow grumpier *hehe*. Tadashi Kawamata is a Japanese artist who opened his latest art project in Madison Square Park in New York after visiting Europe’s Norway, France and Switzerland.

You should really check out this video where one grumpy thinks tree huts are outrageous and not art. She is ‘upset’ and says ‘it better not harm the trees’ *LOL* So typical… Poor woman: I hope that one day she will find herself sitting high in a tree hut at age 80 when she realises that there is more to life than a grumpy attitude, perhaps she will be able to finally enjoy the view from up there knowing what she missed out on all those years ever since childhood…

There’s a really nice blog about the tree hut project which is fun to read and there are a few cool slide shows and pictures to be found as well. Be silly and don’t forget to nurture the child in you, go out to a forest or park and have an autumn leaves shower: I’m very positive that the trees won’t mind, they will probably encourage you!

© Tadashi Kawamata Tree huts in Paris, France

© Tadashi Kawamata Cathedral of Chairs, Domaine Pommery Reims