Enveloping

Enveloping

Designing an envelope for Origin at 6 in the morning on a Saturday… It’s struck me how much I love my work – and how much I’ve always loved stationery. I remember hording bits of paper, Hello Kitty stamps, fresh pencil crayons, sparkles, collections of coloured hole-punched holes in an old wooden desk. At the time I believe I imagined a magical paper store, the likes of which I have experienced in Boston years ago. Thirty years ago I gentled yellowed envelopes and worn QE2 scrapbooks my grandmother had kept in a treasure chest that now resides dusty and dry under a table in the man room. Still I have sets of paper untouched – I didn’t want to ruin them. Neatness – immaculate papers – no dog ears – this was critical. And still is. I dream of an admin who would close a file folder carefully, without creasing pages. Yes it’s clinical – and a critical obsession when beautifying the world is a value.

Back to my enveloping envelope love. Anyone who recognizes my work (and my wardrobe) knows how much I love floods of colour – bright – bold – outrageous. Origin blue is deep turquoise, a forest-bed moss. Tough to write on. A white block destroys the elegance of the flood. A tinted box looks cheap. Sparkly pen over dark paper looks too young for where I’m at. Address labels are abhorrent convenience food. Years ago I encountered an art school graduate who taught me so much in the span of 2 days; mantras of art school that I have yet to experience. “Design is solving the problem,” he said. Ten years later his words still echo, while his face an absolute blur. So back to the envelope I go. And no I don’t want to change the colour. But. I will let you know how it goes.