Inside the Book · A Poetic Fairy Tale
…someone else was dreaming the same colors
About a chair and a writing desk, about memories breathed into wooden fibers. About furniture that becomes a witness to life, carrying within itself the stories of human lives.
22
Pages
A digital edition, small enough to read in one evening.
8
Painted Illustrations
Rooms in paint and coloured pencil, throughout the book.
4
Languages
English · Български · Deutsch · Italiano, on Apple Books.
Wood remembers touch before we touch it.
A chair holds someone’s posture. A desk — someone’s handwriting, the weight of an elbow.
We do not look at furniture. We look through it — toward someone who is no longer there.
And sometimes, when we enter a room, we feel we are not alone.
The Chair
He once listened to the evenings of a wealthy house, where intellectuals gathered until late. Now he has been forgotten for years, until a painter lifts him out of the dust.
Little houses with their gardens are carved on his backrest, and wild horses run through tall grass on his seat.
The Writing Desk
A grandfather carved him with a chisel as if with a fine pen, for a granddaughter who dreamed of a desk of her own. She whispered his name, a single tear fell, and he opened his eyes.
Every drawer bears an engraved story. Beneath the varnish he keeps another scent: pine resin, and a studio by the lake.
Prologue
The moonlight never fell on the same place on my upper surface. I was a composition of primary colors. Every night, depending on which color the light touched, that touch carried me into a dream made of its shades. They never repeated.
The red immersed me in cherries, strawberries, wild berries, raspberries, candy — other times in lipstick, ruby, merlot.
painted by Brani & Desi, one after each chapter — left without titles. Four of the eight are here.
Wood remembers touch before we touch it.
A desk that dreams in primary colours, and a small green spider hiding in a drawer.
A forgotten chair is lifted out of the dust, and a painter’s studio opens before him. Years pass. Then a new pair of hands lifts him again.
A woodcarver, his granddaughter, and a desk that opens its eyes. When the grandfather dies, the desk is given to a calligrapher named Nilsen.
Varnish, sunspots and a window left open. Nilsen cleans them, one after the other — and beneath the lacquer, Former keeps the scent of pine resin and a studio by the lake.
A desk that plays chess in his imagination, and a parcel that changes everything. Former is carried out of the room — and finds himself in an antique store.
Dust, a window with delicate curtains — and a form that seems cut from his own shadow. They look at each other, dizzy and amazed.
No one knows how long objects live — sometimes longer than the person who loved them.
open a drawer
Interior Design Magazine (USA), cover feature, March 2015 · Design Milk · Dezeen
The table stood firm
the chair like new,
scent of oranges
Open the drawer. The tale is waiting.
Ebook · $7.99 · 22 pages · 8 painted illustrations
Available on Apple Books in English, Български, Deutsch and Italiano.