I Can Only Hope

That one day when I have kids that they open up my art books and look at them. They don't have to like them, but I'd love it if they did. I want them to see old art and new art, and understand the different styles and oh God, if I could have little artists, I'd just die. I still remember the day I was at that house with my mom, and I was looking through an art book and saw the October page from Tres Riches Heures and I've been hooked ever since then. That made me love old art. And sitting in my lap is the Belles Heures, which is another similar book of hours commissioned by the same Duc de Berry. It's just amazing to see how nothing's changed in the last 3/4 of my life.

It's like, if you opened up this book, you'd see the things that just blow me away and capture my attention. It's like all my secrets are in this book, and they're not even mine. It's kind of special in a way, having books, but no one knows what's in them, only you. And then there's the discovery when you actually open the book. Oh God, I love it. I hope I have kids as curious as I was.

xx By His Decree No Lives Spare He Marz