WHEN I SEE A PHOTOGRAPH, whether taken 60 years ago or last week, my mind tends to fill in all the details outside of the frame. Nostalgia, regret, wonder, purpose and the fear of how quickly life goes by–all those feelings overcrowd my senses as I study each frozen piece of time. My husband Tim and I often search through the dingy stacks of photos in antique stores like Uncommon Objects on Congress, building stories for people forever attached to that one moment. I find looking through old photos a bewitching mind trip. This photo book is one of my all-time favorite finds.
I’ve never met the people staring back at me, and some may not be alive anymore, but I care about them. I wonder who they are and how they fit into the world. Pretty much the same things I ask of myself. On one of our photo dives, Tim found a stack of photo greetings, ones I imagine were delivered by a mailman on foot, you know, right alongside the milk delivery. The greetings are hand drawn, yet completely commercial.
I decided to celebrate these modest little greetings. I studied the style and while my drawing skills aren’t nearly as awesome as Tim’s, I chose to emulate the clean strokes and quaint messages of yesteryear greetings.
The first one I made was for our own personal holiday greetings this past year and our families and friends loved them. As if not quirky enough, Tim wanted us both in white, in front of our white tree, holding the Sinatra Family Wish You A Merry Christmas album. Oh, and the Sinatra family is in white, too.
I’m now working on a couple of variations for Christmas, Easter, and Valentine’s Day. And one for grandma. The sketches were easy–now I’ve got to recreate the sketch, hand draw the lettering, and find some fitting photos. Once I get them printed and begin building them for the shop, I’ll document that process, too.