Paper Ritual

The Silent Story of Matter

It once was a tree.

Now it carries stories.

Pressed by hand. Held by memory.

A piece of earth you can hold.

I first met handmade paper in Brazil, where I learned its most ancestral form — just water, old papers, and a wooden frame. I fell in love with it instantly. Because paper is not just a material; it is nature, time, and transformation. It is a tree that once breathed — and now carries messages.

From that moment, paper became my voice, my canvas, my witness.

Wherever I traveled, I gathered leaves, roots, cacao husks, herbs, petals, soil — and blended them into the pulp. I crafted cards, journals, and fine Art works. Each sheet held the textures and memory of place.

Sometimes I left it. Sometimes it called me back.

But it was always there — a quiet act of love toward the earth, a ritual of slowness, and a language of silent beauty. Handmade paper is never just an object. It is a vessel. A story. A keeper of presence.

The Concept Behind the Workshops

The idea was born in Tulum, Mexico. Amid tourism and overconsumption, I began noticing how much paper was being thrown away — receipts, brochures, flyers, silent pieces of modern life.

And then came a question:

What if this paper could be reborn?

What if it could become not waste — but canvas?

What if travelers could leave with something meaningful, made by their own hands — infused with the memory of the land?

That’s how the workshops were born.

We collect used paper from local cafés, hotels, and hubs — and recycle it with natural elements from the region — every mix is unique.

This alchemical blend becomes a new artistic surface.

Participants imprint, draw Sigils, paint — they create.

What they take with them is not just handmade paper.

It is memory. Earth. Color. Spirit.

And like them, it continues its journey.