Camera in hand, lights turned off except for the tiny blazing bulbs of small moons cascading down my shelves. Something about it all reminds me of the 90’s, in an abstract sort of way. Memories of ice cream cones at Central Park in the time before cell phones, Seinfeld playing in the background of summer bar-b-ques, car rides with Savage Garden playing on repeat, humid summers running around under fire hydrant water sprays in Queens, and tiny plastic butterfly clips in my hair. The millennium came and went but the 90’s still live on in tiny spaces of time, behind postcards and underneath low lights.
Sometimes things combine beautifully to create an atmosphere of fantastic inspiration. Early morning sunrise, driving back home from a fantastic (if short) trip, feet propped up on the dashboard and a smooth road with mountains on all sides and a clear horizon in the distance. This would be the perfect time to catch up on letters, explore words on paper, expound on the virtues of mountains and their rugged perfections.
I’m polishing up everything now that i’m home, making envelopes and slipping souvenirs inside, but the initial inspiration from on the road, I’m hoping that shines through like a ray of sun from behind towering mountains.
I don’t usually share the wonders I receive in the mail from my penpals, not because they’re not worth sharing (they always are) but because I feel like it’s akin to exposing ones warm skin to cold water. The letters I receive are usually pretty personal and I would feel odd displaying them on the web, but every so often I get something that literally brings tears of joy to my eyes and I just burn with the desire to share the loveliness, I actually feel slightly selfish that I’m the only one that gets to open something so incredible and bask in the fantastic worlds of a person who I can call not only my penpal, but my friend. And so, when I got this explosion of amazing in the mail yesterday, I spent a good hour just visually devouring everything, and then I sent a horribly rambly message to the sender, my friend Rutger from the Netherlands, telling him how amazeballs he is and if he could please allow me to share his art on my blog. I was granted his gracious permission and so, here it is. He wrote his letter in anglo-saxon runes (and thankfully included translation notes as i’m not quite fluent in them as he is, or you know, at all) and apart from the joy of decrypting his letter, he also sent 6 artworks of his. Mindblowing stuff, just. Really. His mind will never cease to be a source of inspiration for me, and apart from supporting my nutty ways, he is a wonderful dragon lord genius.