Françoise's birthday card...

My sister's birthday...she's fifty five today...
she really deserved a card...but a special one... here it is... the first page and the back one are ordinary collages...but the inside is quite a surprise...It took me hours and hours to make it... I had to undo a vintage postcard to get to understand how it was made...actually it's really maths...some parts are cut, some are folded one side or the other...it's necessary to make a drawing before you cut and stick the little things to decorate...

When you open the card...

Surprise...

some more cards...

My brother told me last Sunday "I can't take photos of the fairies like you do, they don't stay long enough in my garden..."

What a pity, look what he missed...that was just to wish him a very happy birthday...

In my sister's garden, when day comes you may see strange things...

"Come on children , time to go home..."

last postcard...

Midday...Midnight...

Postcards from Plumpiemousie

I made some more postcards these last few days...they measure 15cm on 21 cm...I manage to have some stamps made with the picture of my blog and I'm so happy with them...

Some cards are a bit serious, some are more poetic...I try to find different ways of expressing things...

Strange conversations...

The cardboard is navy blue not black...inside you see a small poem by Ronsard: "let's go and see the rose..."

Chinese say drift wood and stones are the souls of long gone animals...

Tiananmen ...a forgotten poem...

see the tiny student facing the soldiers...

"I'm thirsty", the butterfly says...

"Come and have a drink", the flower answers...

"Why do you dance Butterfly?

I want my Lady to forget her jail..."

"Françoise's garden at midday and when the fairies come out..."

the postcards...

Pixabeille is very shy, I made a curtain you can unroll when there're too many people around...otherwise she might fly away...

The snail has a poem folded on one side, by Jacques Prévert...The story of a snail going to the funeral of a dead leaf...He was so slow than when he arrived the Spring was there and the leaves quite green...

postcards from Plumpiemousie