illustration friday night: I think we're alone now
Tuesday, June 5, 2007, 09:35 PM - Illustration
Quick, bumpy, train from Lille to Paris drawing that will probably evolve into something more.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007, 07:30 PM - Animals, Art/Design, Illustration
I GOT IT!
The French got off their butts and decided to deliver some of that mail I was / am waiting for, still two to go... but I haven't given up hope yet.
That is Howiezine: Myths and Legends closed and how it is when you first open it. It is really beautiful, although I haven't looked at all of them really closely yet.
This is the site I see now whenever I am home. Large "fat ball" on the left sat out through the whole of winter without being touched. In March, I bought a flowering quince, I put it on the balcony, it doubled in size... the birds noticed it, came to see, noticed the birdy ball, and now are feasting on it like madmen. We have chicks and everything. We haven't managed to snap the wren and her babies yet... it is cool.
Illustration Friday Night: A book I'll always remember: Ern Malley: The Darkening Elyptic
Monday, May 28, 2007, 06:58 PM - Art/Design, Illustration, Illustration Friday Night
That rabbit’s foot I carried in my left pocket
Has worn a haemorrhage in the lining
The bunch of keys I carry with it
Jingles like fate in my omphagic ear
And when I stepped clear of the solid basalt
The introverted obelisk of night
I seized upon this Traumdeutung as a sword
To hew a passage to my love.
And now out of life, permanent revenant
I assert: the caterpillar feet
Of these predictions lead nowhere,
It is necessary to understand
That a poet may not exist, that his writings
Are the incomplete circle and straight drop
Of a question mark
And yet I know I shall be raised up
On the vertical banners of praise.
The rabbit’s foot of fur and claw
Taps on the drain-pipe. In the alley
The children throw a ball against
Their future walls. The evening
Settles down like a brooding bird
Over streets that divide our life like a trauma
Would it be strange now to meet
The figure that strode hell swinging
His head by the hair
On Princess Street?
I am actually here, but... + Carousel Mag Launch
Wednesday, May 23, 2007, 07:24 PM - Relationships, Work (The Man), Art/Design
So, here I am to entertain, as such... I have been working like a crazy person, for someone else, sadly. But now I have escaped for a week, and am in Brittany with my parents and my man. The sun has come out after a week of rain and bad weather, I managed to get burnt already, as we managed to forget various things worrying about getting my parents organised and into the car, this means forgetting hats and extra pieces of clothing and all sorts of other useful things, like the flash card reader, (I did actually do an image for signs for Illustration Friday, but no matter). I have managed to do some work, coerce my man into doing my Ern Malley translation, and my mind is thinking about doing work for me again. Sadly, I have to go back to work...
Today, we went to the Mont Saint Michel, it was beautiful... apart from the hordes of tourists and the trinket shops and the bad crépes we ate at lunch, but sadly, that's how life is in a high tourist area.
OH... if your in Montreal, your invited to go to the Carousel launch, if you can't read the invite (above), it is at the Hero Gallery on the 1st of June. Leave a comment if want more info.
illustration friday: remember
Sunday, April 29, 2007, 07:45 AM - Work (The Man), Art/Design, Illustration, Illustration Friday
You only remember the last time you remembered it
We always remember the worst things
This is a quick piece, I feel like I haven't painted for weeks (but in fact I did last weekend, not good, but it's not finished), I drew it quickly in pencil at work when everyone disappeared to have a break I guess... and well, the story kind of fitted my frame of mind that day.
Umm, monkeys that turn into menacing vampires... great.