The story so far…part one…
So now that I had my border printed on the paper the way I wanted it, the next thing was to write the two passages out onto the paper. Now as previously mentioned I was going to try and write them out freehand, however I knew I with the time constraints that I was going to need a little help. So I typed them out in a font called Alex Brush, sized them properly on the file I had created in Photoshop and then printed out the two passages on plain A4.
The next step was looking out my handy light box, because that is the sort of thing that I generally have lying around, and grabbing my nice Faber-Castell pens.
I lined up the writing with the page outline and then started copying the writing; it was a long and slow process because I didn’t want to rush and make any mistakes.
Eventually I had written them both, and thankfully hadn’t made any mistakes or smudged any of the ink, so I then trimmed down the paper to the size that was originally wanted.
The two nearly finished articles, not the best picture I know but this was all done in a bit of a rush. I knew I wanted to add something else to each cover but I wasn’t 100% set on what, until I was doing some tidying and came across all the origami that I had been making, and the proverbial lightening struck. After thinking about what creations I could make that would stay relatively flat and that would tie in with the theme of my covers, I settled upon a heart in two and an envelope. So without further ado here are my two covers…
The heart in two is on Anne’s side, she is talking about how they have been reunited and she realises that her chance at happiness has gone, as he will not be able to forgive her. I was going to try a more traditional broken heart but I couldn’t find one that I liked the design of.
The envelope is on Frederick’s side, as his passage is taken from a letter that he writes to Anne, to see if she still feels the same for him as she did.
Now I’ve only just realised that I actually haven’t mentioned why I was doing this, to be fair the last post was written quite late one night so that’s my excuse. The reason behind this whole project was to make the book covers as the centrepieces for a friends wedding. Here they are in pride of place, again apologies for the picture quality but there were copious amounts of bubbles served before we got to this room.
Just incase you were interested and can’t make it out in the pictures, here is what they both say…
I know my chance at happiness has passed forever, but to be reminded of it by his presence here would, I’m certain, be more than my spirits could bear. Once there were no two hearts so open, no feelings so in harmony but now we are strangers. Worse than strangers for we may never become acquainted, it is perpetual estrangement. My power with him is gone forever. I have used him ill deserted and disappointed him and worse shown a feebleness of character, in doing so, which his own decided confident temper could not endure. He said a weak spirit, which is always open to persuasion, can never be relied upon. Now I understand him, he can never forgive me, he condemns me still for the past and is now becoming quite attached to another. And yet…still he cannot be unfeeling, he cannot see me suffer without wishing to give relief tis further proof of his good, warm and amiable heart, which I cannot contemplate without infinite pain and regret.
A man does not recover from such a devotion of the heart to such a woman. I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Not understood my wishes? I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. I must go uncertain of my fate; a word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father’s house this evening or never. Surely, if there be constant attachment on each side, our hearts must understand each other ere long.