A Message in a Bottle

Pur si simplu am adunat langa mine cateva lucruri si am inceput sa ma joc. Tot cu gandul la el...

De la acrilice la stampile, de la flori de hartie alterate la texte ascunse in sticluta ramasa cu cateva picaturi de aroma de vanilie, de la scoici adunate cu drag de la mare la hartia de filtru de cafea.

Si peste toate... ceara... ca o matase, ca un sigiliu. Iar ceea ce am scris in mesaj sa fie pe vecie pastrat....

Aceasta lucrare - Un mesaj in sticla - este dedicata concursului Mixed Media Scrapper in Romania si mi-a facut o reala placere sa ma joc.

 I've simply gather near me some things and I've started to play.
From acrylics to stamps, from alterated paper flowers to secret message in the little bottle with some drops of vanilla extract, from shells borrow from the sea to the paper coffee filter.
And above all these... wax... like a silk, like a seal. And what I've wrote on the message will be for ever kept...

Drifting on the Memories' River...

Stiti traditia hindusa in care lumanari aprinse si ofrande, in memoria celor ce au trecut dincolo, sunt asezate pe frunze si purtate de ape, departe? Aceasta imagine m-a inspirat si mi-am lasat gandurile, asemenea frunzelor, sa se piarda departe, pe raul amintirilor.
Ganduri ce cresc, se desfac, ofilesc si mor... Cuvinte sculptate precum nervurile in frunze... Ganduri ce zboara, se agata de viata precum firele de borangic... Ganduri transparente si lacrimi de ceara... Ganduri galbene precum sofranul, ce poarta bogatia iubirii scumpe, pierdute in neant... Ramuri ce plutesc, frunze ce se topesc sub lacrimi, regrete ce le las sa pluteasca departe.
In amintirea sotului meu, Serban.

Thinking of you - Mixed Media 

Leaves drifting on the Memories River

Mixed Media - cardstock, vellum, die-cuts, stamps, acrillics, wax & tears

Do you remember the Hindu tradition where candles & offerings, on the memory of those who are passed away, are carrying by waters, drifting afar? This image inspired me and I let my thoughts like leaves to fade away on the River of Memories.

Thoughts that grow, burst, shrink and die...  Words sculptured like nerved on the leaves... Thoughts that fly, hang on life like the raw silk... Transparent thoughts like vellum and waxed tears... Yellow thoughts like saffron, that are carrying the richness of my sweet beloved, lost in nothingness... Drifting branches, leaves that are melting on tears drops, sorrows that I let them float.

In memory of my husband, Serban.