I have fond memories of my mother pressing and preserving flowers between the pages of old books, in hopes to one day create a beautiful piece of art. My mother was an artist, too, and she had an eye for beauty! She passed away when I was young and one of the few things I have from her is this handmade creation that was done by her mother, my grandmother.
It endured quite a bit of damage along the way before I received the artwork and had it framed. But I like the torn leaves and missing pieces. I think of its history traveling all the way from England to the U.S. many years ago. And I’m so grateful that it’s still here today.
Next time you stumble upon a beautiful flower… save it. Preserve its beauty in the pages of a book and create something timeless.
Lots of love,