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Edit: For those of you just showing up - I've been making matchbox art since 2008, and you can find almost all of it in the gallery section, or as blog posts in the matchbox art category. For several years I've had the tradition of putting together a non-Christmassy matchbox art Advent calendar for my blog followers, so, Decembers are pretty great here at Paperiaarre.

Tallenna

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 (handmade paper, vellum paper, paper, encyclopaedia illustration, encyclopaedia text)
 
suuria kunnianosoituksia
sekä vähän hiukkasia
sirpale;
hiutale; liuska,
peräkkäin,
kaikki kysymyksessä
olevat elementit,
mutta eri järjestyksessä
/
great homages
and some particles
a shard;
a flake; a chip,
in a sequence,
all elements
in question,
but in another order
 
My mother found an example of the early works of this matchbox artist, and some of my brother's box-y creations too. She knows to save just the right things.
 
Today is the day of Christmas celebrations here, therefore today is also the final day of this calendar. If you stop by tomorrow, you'll see all the matchboxes together, but after that things will quiet down here quite a bit. I will be back mid-January at the earliest. I wish you all a lovely, peaceful Christmas and days filled with the things you want them to be filled with. (I wish my days will be filled with peace and quiet and good food and time with my family and finally my V.)

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 (paper, tissue paper, board, shell)
It is night now that I write this. I try to make the hours last, like I always do. I'm listening to this. Last night I had a dream where I was approched by someone who, at the same time, was from my past and someone I had never met before. I don't know if this person was a man or a woman, but I know they trusted me. Maybe it was a man then, I've never been very good with the girl talk. We were at his place, I was drinking coffee, which I never drink in real life*, he had a wax tablecloth that was sticky and had newspaper text imprinted on it in reverse. He pulled out a large box from under his bed. It was full of tiny compartments, just like old typecases, and those tiny compartments were filled with tiny treasures. Feathers and rocks and stamps and nuts and bolts and everything. He said that I should have a look and see if there's something I can use in my matchboxes. I woke up before I could decide upon keeping anything. But it was a good dream nonetheless. Vague, but I dream in vague.
I just wanted to share this bit of last night before I switch off the lights and chase the ending to that dream tonight. Thank you, you. You're full of awesome. I'm so glad you're here
*I'm the freak that doesn't drink. No tea, coffee, hot chocolate, beer, wine, champagne, sparkling wine, sparkling water. Just cold tap water preferably. Juice or soft drinks occasionally. But water is my thing really. Though I don't drink enough of that either. I'm terrible.