I've spent all week ruminating on a design project. The parameters have been established. It needs to feature a violin, be somehow mid 20th century, and appeal to adults and children alike. But I haven't been sure exactly what direction to take it in. Printmaking does not feel right for this one. Neither does pen or pencil. Computer, even less so. I knew eventually something would click. And on this sunny day sitting in the Harvest Workroom watching Beci Orpin work her magic with a pair of scissors, a day book ended by marvelling at Emily Green's lovely brooches and tiding away Otto's Eric Carle Alphabet flash cards. It came to me: it will be paper. Paper feels right.