there'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow

Well, guess who turned up on my doormat last week? Only my little Green Moleskine. Yes, folks, the traveller has returned. After backpacking around the world for three years one might have thought he'd look a little dishevelled but, no, he's looking gorgeous. AND, he came bearing gifts. Not only a back pocket full of little souvenirs from his travels, but some of the most beautiful drawings I've ever clapped eyes on. I'm so touched to finally have him home, I don't know that I'll ever be able to let him go again (and, let's face it, if I do it could be another twenty years before he returns).

Anyways, below is a little teaser of Suzanne's contribution. Thank you, Suzanne. Thank you all. I'll post more photos shortly.

Green again for "Little Green"

Hi all. Seems Andrea will have a funny moly full with differents kinds of imitations of her style. (When I wrote imitations, you should read tributes).
This was at home for more than a month waiting for me to start drawing. I made it in the last days of the past year, and finished january the 1st. Here is my work diary (written on the back).

bamboo frog's cousin

Can I just let you know how incredibly lucky I feel to have these beautiful Moleskines pass through my hands? Really...


Miguel, I continue to be awed.


Andrea, look at the Moleskine you're getting!!!!


And this one smells good too! What an added bonus.

Gambling snails

I always feel that opening the packs that come from Kansas City is worth the length of the wait.
In this case it took 20 days (maybe the moley was carried by a snail to continue on topic).


Juj's art makes me always think of intelligence and smartness and this is not an exception.


As you see this moley seems a joyful tribute to Andrea's art.


Seems like those albums with songs of an artist sung by other artists in which each version keeps the art of both.


There are blendings here rather than the usual transitions.
Touring over the pages is a never ending surprise, they are full of little secrets, writings, pieces of stories and living episodes.

PS: Do you like the table? My father made it in the 70's. He worked all sunday mornings for more than one year. (Excuse me please me for the intrusion but I'm too proud).