Yes, I have some visual stuff I could post. But I came across this link to a beautiful narrative by Australian artist Hung Lin on Redbubble, the online t shirt and art emporium I joined recently. It's gorgeous - it reminds me of Yeats' Song of Wandering Aengus. So I'll be back tomorrow - go to The Star Chaser, you won't be sorry. There's something reminiscent of Shaun Tan's graphic novel The Arrival in this as well. Here's a link to the Yeats poem.
So I am making some images in order to reopen my editorial illustration website (this will probably not be one of my more inspirational weeks here). Let me just say that the lazy editorial illustrator owes a great debt to Rodin.
Come to think of it...I'll probably post the last of this editorial sort of thing on Thursday. If anyone cares to express an opinion as to which one would make the best mailer, please leave a comment that day.
Pandora opened the box after she had been told not to, and all the troubles of the world flew out. What was left in the box to help her with repair was hope. The I Ching sometimes advises "Work on what has been spoiled". The Jewish tradition has the idea of Tikkun Olam, healing the world, while Buddhism has as a practice constant prayer for the relief of suffering for all living things. We've all been Pandora, so self-forgiveness is another necessary mending job. How do you do repair?
It's come to my attention that I used to be able to read a book. Since I've been navigating the inner space of the internet, no more. My brain has been carried aloft..or somewhere. For more confusion, see Georges Méliès' Voyage to the Moon.
I was looking for images of bears on the internet, trying to build up an editorial portfolio for a revised illustration site (bear market), when I came across photos of the aye aye, a Malagasay lemur. Apparently it's very endangered. Sure is appealing. If any illustrators stop by, check out redbubble.com. I've been trying to find a place that does print on demand which I know is not relying on 10 year olds in South America. This place uses American apparel for their t-shirts, which is based in L.A., and seems like a really sweet community. Anyway, that's where this image is destined for. If anyone from illustration friday goes over there, hope you'll say hello if you join up.
Oh, also I'm feeling indecisive about whether I want the word nocturnal in there. Please comment if you have an opinion.
More sticks for the asking - first three people to tell me which one they'd like get a stick. My hope is that when it is sent to you, you will leave it for someone to find - just as a surprise. If you choose to take a photo of it in situ, I will post the photo here with a link to your blog.
Here is a revival of a project I did several years ago, in which I planted sticks around for people to make off with - just a way to bring some startlement into daily life. I understand now that I was doing guerrilla art. So I'm thinking - anyone want to play? Just ask and I will send you one of these beauties - you can specifiy which one you would like in the comments, then i'll email you for where to send it. I Would just request that you do the same - ie, leave them for someone to find. If you choose to take a photo of it in situ where it's left. I 'll post it here with a link to your web site. If anyone wants to make a stick and send it to me, I'll take a photo for you.
EDIT: Sticks are all spoken for. More soon - maybe next week
So I looked at Cookie Sunshine's Illustration Friday entry, which is wonderful, and was reminded of this John Cleese bit about an advertising man who has to find a way to advertise 5000 miles of string which is unfortunately in 5 inch lengths. From the Secret policeman's Other Ball, I believe.
I had a stuffed Lion as a child of which I was very fond, although I am sure the following is good advice. The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the waste, He has a big head and a very small waist; But his shoulders are satrk, and his jaws they are grim, And a good little child will not play with him. ~Hillaire Belloc, The Bad Child's Book of Beasts
This verse has changed in feeling with its context, I am sure. The last dodo was supposedly slain by a fisherman who feared it was a witch - as Seth Godin remarked in a recent post, we fear what we do not understand. The Dodo used to walk around, And take the sun and air. The Sun yet warms his native ground-- The Dodo is not there! The voice which used to squawk and squeak Is now for ever dumb-- Yet you may see his bones and beak All in the Mu-se-um ~Hilaire Belloc, The Bad Child's Book of Beasts
As well as the verse below, this contains an echo of the cautionary Sheridan Le Fanu story "Green Tea", which may have been inspired by the passage in "A Christmas Carol" in which Scrooge accuses Marley's ghost of being a blot of mustard. As with the two preceding posts, clicking on the image to get the large view will reveal more details.
The Big Baboon is found upon
The plains of Caribou;
He goes about with nothing on
(A shocking thing to do.)
But if he dressed respectably
And let his whiskers grow,
How like this Big Baboon would be
To Mister So-an-So!
~Hilaire Belloc, The Bad Child's Book of Beasts
It's interesting that Belloc was a devout Catholic who found the the theory of evolution unacceptable - a little return of the repressed here?
My name is Susan Sanford. I pursue the arts in Northern California -Welcome to my free-associative visual journey . I don't do memes or accept awards or ads, but I frequently link to other bloggers if I see something delightful. All photographs and artwork here were made by me unless otherwise noted- please respect my copyright (this includes posting any images on facebook- my understanding is that they claim ownership of photos posted there).