Extending a warm welcome to you, traveller new. Out on sturdy and gnarled limb, let’s say I am happy to meet you and I hope you’ll stick around.
For those unsure of where they have landed, these spaces High Up in the Trees, is where I share new collage works of mine, and introduce collaborative works made with Louise. With a small and sharp pair of Honey Bee scissors (their handle marked with black and yellow stripes, their precision-ground tips allow me to cut neatly into the tightest and tiniest of areas) in hand, I work.
For those curious, I was born in the Chinese Year of the Rabbit in the middle point of the 70s, and my name is pronounced ‘Grey’ (like the colour) with a ‘sha’ sound at the tail.
With blog name pulled from both a line of text featured in a book of postcard collages by Rebecca Horn (All These Black Days — Between), and Chekhov's A Russian Affair, this space proves a comfortable and somewhat orderly repository for my collage works, collaborative pieces, and things seen or read recently.
Thank you for taking the time to stop by my blog. I enjoy reading your messages left here.
Sincerely Yours,
Gracia Haby
(CV)
For those unsure of where they have landed, these spaces High Up in the Trees, is where I share new collage works of mine, and introduce collaborative works made with Louise. With a small and sharp pair of Honey Bee scissors (their handle marked with black and yellow stripes, their precision-ground tips allow me to cut neatly into the tightest and tiniest of areas) in hand, I work.
For those curious, I was born in the Chinese Year of the Rabbit in the middle point of the 70s, and my name is pronounced ‘Grey’ (like the colour) with a ‘sha’ sound at the tail.
With blog name pulled from both a line of text featured in a book of postcard collages by Rebecca Horn (All These Black Days — Between), and Chekhov's A Russian Affair, this space proves a comfortable and somewhat orderly repository for my collage works, collaborative pieces, and things seen or read recently.
Thank you for taking the time to stop by my blog. I enjoy reading your messages left here.
Sincerely Yours,
Gracia Haby
(CV)
It was quiet and dark — only high up in the tree tops a vivid golden light quivered here and there and transformed spiders' webs into shimmering rainbows.
(The House with the Mezzanine (An Artist's Story), Anton Chekhov)
(The House with the Mezzanine (An Artist's Story), Anton Chekhov)
