This
page is for those who want the instructions to fold an origamiflower paper stem or simply paper stem. This is a stem that you need when you make a rose flower with calyx, triple leaf, and stem attached together. This stem is the same as hollow stem except two single leaf replaced with two triple leaf. The stem itself is easy to make because paper and glue is all you need. Only thing that you should be aware about this stem is you should handle this stem with great care since inside of the stem itself is hollow.
You may use any kind of paper to fold this stem but I recommend you to use a higher density paper. In this instruction I am using a paper with higher density of 120 g/m^2.
Make sure the paper
that you use is a square(all sides are equal and all the angles
equal 90 degrees). The paper I am using here is 10cm x 10cm square one.
The paper size of the base should be 1/4 of the rose paper.
We need three of them.
<what the front side of the paper we will be using in these instructions
looks like>
You can use a paper with the front side having a different (or the same) texture depending upon your need.
Here I choose the same texture as the back side.
<what the back side of the paper we will be using in
these instructions looks like>
Prepare for a valley-fold.
The City in the Sea
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out of the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently --
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free --
Up domes -- up spires -- up kingly halls --
Up fanes -- up Babylon-like walls --
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers --
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves
But not the riches that there lie
In each idol's damned eye --
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass --
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea --
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.
But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave -- there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide --
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves now have a redder glow --
The hours are breathing faint and low --
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
