One of the perks/hazards of doing what I do is falling in love.  Finding the things that make a space really come together excite me, but the real thrill comes in seeing something that stops me dead in my tracks and makes me gasp for air.  Frequently, I not only am struck by the beauty of a particular something, but the process of its creation.  My thoughts immediately leap to the artist – to thinking about the genius behind the work and wanting to be a fly on the wall during its creation.  What? You’re not mesmerized by glassblowing?

While trawling the internet one night, I came across Eskayel wallpaper and I had such an experience.  As a professional, I see wallpaper and fabric patterns divided into a few tidy categories, floral, geometric, etc. – and some subcategories within each.  But this was altogether something different. Eskayel papers have the quality of a geometric but with the added wonder of the irregularities found in nature, or the happenstance of an artist taking a chance.  Like gazing at crystals under a microscope or the smear of ink in a child’s folded artwork. To me, they’re like dreamy technicolor Rorschach tests.  And yeah, I’d eat them for sure.

I could see this on a ceiling or lining the back of a bookcase.

How ’bout this fabulousness down a narrow hall or in a boy’s bathroom?

Who hasn’t actually wanted to crawl into a kaleidoscope?