Letter to You | Aug 2025

Hi there, I hope this finds you well.

August has been kind and gentle to me.

I took two bookbinding classes, and we made both an accordion book and a signature-stitched one. I love the accordion book, the way it folds and expands, like a quiet little world opening up. Folding paper sounds easy and like something a kindergartener could do. But doing it precisely, that's another story. You have to line things up just right, crease with confidence, and accept the inevitable crooked edge. It felt like systematic exposure therapy for my fear of imperfection.

The Cloudspotter’s Guide was everything I imagined and more. So informative, surprisingly funny, and quietly moving at times. I’ll definitely tell you more about it later. Just know that I’ve been looking up at the sky a little differently ever since.

I visited the Frick Collection to see the Vermeers. But it was the Fragonard Room that really stayed with me. The soft colors. It was mesmerizing, like walking into someone else’s daydream. I also saw a new exhibit at the Guggenheim. I almost liked the architecture more than the art. I learned that Frank Lloyd Wright designed it as a kind of continuous journey. I think that’s what I loved most: how the space shaped my attention without demanding it.

We took a trip to Rhode Island. Visited The Breakers, wandered through Portsmouth, Newport, and Bristol. There was a small farm museum where we met a very cute orange cat named Hobbes and a flock of woolly sheep. I may have said “look at them” twenty times. I realized it’s been exactly ten years since I was last in Rhode Island. A different trip, a different version of me. I’m not sure what to make of that. Memories fold back on themselves like an accordion book, too.

I hope your August was gentle as well. And that you looked up, at least once.

Yours Truly :)