When I cut this piece last winter, I was thinking of the way the forest might bury its animals–in some dark crevice at the foot of a damp, autumn-tinted tree, the leaves, grass and fallen wood gathering slow nests around squirrels and sparrows, their lids softly shutting.
Some time ago, I made this paper P gift card for two dear friends who were welcoming their new daughter, Peregrine, to the world (congratulations, Arthur and Isabelle!). At that time, I had just discovered the joy of mixing paper-cutting with another longstanding love: typography.
I love a good font. I also love the way paper-cut letters seem to go back and forth between 2-D flatness and their slight 3-dimensions, casting a good shadow.
