Destinations are plenty. Time for silence, much rarer.
Between the noise outside and the shield within you, there is only the distance of a glance.
When did you last step out of other people's orbit, just to stay with yourself?
I painted him small on purpose. A little astronaut sitting on the edge of the moon, knees drawn up, looking out into all that blue. Not lost. Just far enough away to hear himself again.
The blue is crazy horse leather, the kind that keeps every touch and every crease, so the sky changes a little with each day you carry it. The moon and the astronaut are painted by hand with Angelus paint, crater by crater. The edges are laced in grey and black, like the trail of something that has travelled a long way, and the strap adjusts with a buckle to the way you carry your own distance.
Some journeys don't go anywhere. They go inwards.
Length 36 cm, width 15 cm, height 26 cm.
Crazy horse leather, hand-painted with Angelus paint, adjustable strap with buckle.
Cut, stitched and finished by Alexandra, in Arad.
The other bags on the table right now are here.
