I got a package sent by P from Paris. It was a normal size envelope, only slightly fully. There were 7 different sizes mini canvas within it: they’re so tiny that even smaller than her note—such as cookies, could be hold in pocket. I found a gorgeous cookie box for collecting them, while imagined to bring them to build an exhibition, at anytime and everywhere.
Perhaps ‘sharing’ instead of the word ‘exhibition’: it could be interesting and warm, sometimes allowed kind of forcing by loneliness—no matter what the reason is, I would say they are all close to the beginning spirit of why we try to exhibit.
Besides the unlovely description ‘cute’, those tiny objects are so much more about ‘token’ to me: they are lightsome however full with all the conditions of time and space. This lightness somehow causes a kind of nice balance. As a ready exhibition or a gift for someone endured randomly, it would be both felicitous: intimate rather than heavy, interesting rather than rude--- this may be kind of romantic.