Old Treasures

When you’re young you have different values so you don’t always notice the treasures that surround you. Twenty years later you might see things in a different light and the items that were taken for granted at the time start to become of great value for no particular reason other than the fact that you’re older (and hopefully wiser as well *wink*).

Sentiment might be the reason, perhaps you’d like to bring back the past, memories, a link to your childhood or the stories that are attached to a certain item or object. Me, I like really old things: old lettering, books, labels and package design. Objects that were once loved and used by their previous owners, objects that tell their own enchanting history.

Like the beautiful fifties tea set that I got from M. and W. or the tea cups and hundred-year-old books that I found at Greenwich Market. This time I found my treasures close by and I only needed to mention the fact that I absolutely adored the dark blue one and the brown one magically appeared… Hidden for years in the back of a cupboard.

To my surprise I was told that I could have them. Out came a few others but not as nice as these two which I chose. I just love the drawing on the blue one, it reminds me of fairy tales, cozy fireplaces and cold winter nights. The design of the brown one is just gorgeous simplicity, there’s (export) text on the sides in e.g. Chinese, Indonesian and Dutch.

Time is a strange concept that seems to add value to otherwise ordinary things…

Aren’t they cool?

I love the design! Chinese text on one side…

A Dreamworld

Anton Pieck

  • 19 April 1895 – 25 November 1987
  • Anton Franciscus Pieck was a famous Dutch painter, artist and graphic artist. As a drawing teacher in Bloemendaal from 1920 to 1960, he is best known for his nostalgic and fairytale-like drawings, appearing regularly on cards and calendars.

The world has turned into an evocative enchanting place, a place of mystery, silence, crystals, crispness and magical light. A soft blanket, inviting to explore this mysterious world, go out and play like the foxes do at night. The light is amazing and the night seems less dark than usual because of the reflections of billions of crystals. Crystals floating down in a gentle but steady way covering all that looked so familiar in a crisp glistening wrapping, a surprise gift of nature.

It reminds me of one of my favourite Dutch painters, Anton Pieck who had the ability to present each of his paintings into the same kind of magical world. I can’t sleep, I have a high fever because of an ear infection [had to visit the hospital last night], I’m hoarse because of a sore throat and a cold but I’m somehow too excited to be tired. So I spent some time chasing snowflakes, taking pictures and looking for some beautiful images by Anton Pieck.

This is what dreams are made of…