A long long time ago in land far far away a photographer named Balthazar used his magical texting machine to send a secret message to the Mistress of Magic. It simply said, "I need a box for my secrets." And so began the search for a perfect little box to hold all the sexiest most bewitching of secrets.
I told Balthazar I had found the perfect box and then I stopped communicating. You see I couldn't do that with anyone else but him. I knew he would understand that a secret box would need a secret sketch. And only once the first figure went down could I show him what the box contained. One fine morning he awoke to this:
"Here is a snippet." I wrote.
And just a week or two later he received this:
From there the work went fast and I knew the time was near for our box to be tucked away safely and shipped. I added a special little piece and wrote Balthazar a note.
On the top of the box, a very special key. I will not tell you the secret behind the key. And I filled the box with little things, special mementos.
Won't you send some secrets of your own?
P.O. Box 376
Madison, WI 53701-0376
All photos by Balthazar except for works in progress.