All of it, full size.

The wax seal cracks, the flap folds back in 3D and the invitation card slides out.

The couple’s names written stroke by stroke, following the pen path traced from the script font.

Petals drift down on a canvas with sway and rotation, pausing off-screen.

Petals painted in ink, in place, stroke by stroke — the brush works down the page and the painting stays.

A botanical illustration traces itself stem by stem as the page scrolls.

Two gold rings glide together and interlock, tilting toward the pointer.

A horizontal scroll from ceremony to sparklers while the sky moves from noon to night.

Days, hours, minutes and seconds turning over like a flip clock.

A card that turns over to reveal the reply form, with a soft shadow that follows.

A gatefold RSVP whose wax seal splits as its two panels swing open like chapel doors, revealing the reply card inside.

Montréal’s Old Port painted in soft pastels, washed in layer by layer with visible brush strokes.

The Old Port painting in spring: the same evening light, fresher trees and gulls crossing the sky.

The Old Port painting in fall: golden light, orange trees on the promenade and maple leaves drifting down.

The Old Port painting in winter: cold light, ice floes on the river, snow on the roofs and snow falling.

A cottage on a Canadian lake built like a theatre set — flat paper cut-outs slide in from outside the frame, from the floor and the wings, then maple leaves drift down.

A couple in a cream convertible on a road through fall woods: the watercolour appears item by item, colour blooming into wet paper tree by tree, then the wheels turn, the lane line slides by and leaves fall.

The Château Frontenac in the snow, painted in swirling oil strokes: in the dark a street lamp flickers on over a couple, dusk spreads from the lamp over the château, then the view closes in as the couple kiss.

A Plateau street in autumn, from a watercolour: a woman rides by on her bicycle, a bay window lights up on a couple in wedding clothes, dancing, then the other rooms light up and the view closes in on them.

Toronto at night in autumn: a bride and groom kiss under the CN Tower, her veil rippling and the windows twinkling, then turn slowly as they dance while maple leaves fall.

A Gastown plaza on an autumn night, from an illustration: the steam clock ticks and steams, the lamp is switched on, leaves fall, and the view slowly closes in on a bride and groom as they lean in and kiss.

The guest scratches a gold foil panel with a finger to uncover the wedding date beneath.

A tap lights a candle and its warm glow slowly brings the invitation out of the dark.

The card unfolds and paper layers rise in 3D to build the venue façade in front of the guest.

The guest pulls the tail of a satin bow; it slips undone and the ribbon ripples off the card like fabric.

Cherry blossom in spring, petals in summer, maple leaves in autumn, snowfall in winter — picked from the wedding date.

Small figures take their seats around the tables as replies arrive, for the couple’s dashboard.

On the day, the countdown gives way to a now-and-next ribbon that moves along the wedding timeline.

After the wedding, a card opens on one photo and a handwritten thank-you from the couple.