ingredients: vintage book cover, vintage lace, vintage book pages and ephemera, Derwent watercolor pencils, stitching
I found this written in a 100 year-old book:
Remember me when death shall close
These eyelids in their last repose
And when the wind doth gently wave
The grass that grows upon my grave
I have no idea who Emma K. was, or what prompted her to pencil these words onto a page of this book. But I tried to imagine her, anyway, and what she might have been like. Maybe she loved butterflies, and lace. Maybe she loved to sew. Perhaps she read a book with a bitter-sweet ending, and it got her thinking. She wanted to be remembered. And so I made this for her, a girl I never knew, so we'll remember.