Emma
Katyslany
I made this for you.
Emma Gini
April 3, 2013
Tiny Magic Still Life Arranged By Joe The Plumber
aka. Sunset Over The River Nile.
Emma.
March 19, 2013
Tiny Magic Everyday: 35
Emma. Old pictures of blue humans sitting in blue water in the blue outside.
March 14, 2013
Tiny Magic Everyday: 30. Those isles of yours that wait for me.
Emma. Nostalgia Mashup #3.
February 23, 2013
Tiny Magic Everyday: 11
He had that dark, middle-eastern kind of beauty, strong brow and eyelashes that trailed lightly on the ground behind him as he walked away from me down the silver sand path.
Emma.
February 13, 2013
The Tiny Magic Everyday Project
Once upon a time we were young and small with turned-up noses and huge eyes, and all the world was wild and beautiful, and we felt very big and very small. But when our hands were woven together we felt just the right size.
We had each flown across the great Atlantic on albatross wings in search of our magic powers and potions to calm our tiny storms. Katy found herself at The Narrowing of the River; Emma in The Brick Kingdom; both of us hungry-hearted with molten eyes and packs on our backs. Our mission was huge and our size was so small, and as the weeks and months passed, we slowly shrunk more and more until we felt like sea horses – our tails curling and winding around, looking for a blade of sea grass, a sprout of magic, or a golden thread to anchor to, to lead us back to eachother.
Although we couldn’t see it, spring was on the horizon and would bring our fated reunion – spotting each others’ faces across Paddington Station, boarding a runaway train to the Cornish isles. So, to count down the days and to keep ourselves brave, we did the only thing we knew.
With distance as our canvas and longing as our ink, we set about making tiny drawings. One for each day – a parade to keep us company. Sending out small tendrils towards each other, to meet in the cosmos and weave our delirious storm.
Now, six years later and apart again, we’re still held in the tapestry of those threads, which have grown thick like banyan tree roots. For the next 40 days, we’ll be dancing our storm – together + apart – creating tiny magic everyday that will live here on the island of Salastia.
We invite you to join us, we’d love to see your weavings too. Words, art, dances, music – whatever it is. ❤
Love, Emma + Katy
you can follow Salastia & this project on facebook too: facebook.com/Salastia
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