Among the authors I like, there is Eric Vuillard. And among the books he wrote, I particularly appreciated La tristesse de la terre (The Sadness of the Earth). Here is a fragment of it.
I first wrote the text on standard paper before transferring with white carbon paper on a black background, then I touched up the outline of the letters and added the decoration with watercolour.
I wanted to keep the idea of the snowflake, so the text is not very readable, I give it back to you in an approximative translation: “How delicate a snowflake is! It seems like a tired little secret, a lost, inconsolable sweetness.”
If that’s not pure poetry, I’ll eat my hat.
