This was my favorite in a series of seven illustrations I did for December's Berkeley Monthly. The essay was by a black woman who as a child learned to ride her bike from a white friend who was then told not to play with her. The essayist felt okay to move on with her new skill.
My esteemed colleague Bryan Kring finally has his Etsy site up, the Kring Emporium of of Tiny Literature, Cards and Other Things. Among the literary works available is the moving illustrated story "Bird Feet", seen above. This is a beautiful work of fiction in every sense, containing the wonder, terror and ordinary comforts of life. You can carry it with you because it is only Four inches wide and Three and a half inches tall.
Due to having some situations to deal with in December, I didn't get my sister's Christmas present done. Well, it will have to be a New Year's present. I do love sewing and baking in the winter, well, hand-sewing anyway - working with the sewing machine usually ends up involving a lot of ripping out of stitches and/or putting in of gussets (not to mention what my nephew Michael used to call "squaring" when he was little). I'll show the end result when it's finished.
Some cards from an antique Parker Brothers card game called "Quit" which I have collaged. I placed them around the neighborhood on Christmas Day for people to find. The journey of the cards is visually documented on TinyTheatre if you would like to take a look. The next illustration challenge will be a collage challenge and will be related to these. Don't forget about the January 1 links post for This month's!
The best kind, I think. I got my very own copy of Salfón the Roofcleaner from Tomás Serrano in Spain. I like that this occupation of roofcleaning (done with a simple broom) , is humble yet above and apart from the village. It's a story of an unlikely and successful partnership between Salfón and the unwitchlike witch Rubina. Another book review on Monday, tomorrow I'll show part of a little art project I'm doing today which is connected with the next illustration challenge. Have a relaxing day, everyone.
In the film Pandaemonium, the EEEvil William Wordsworth (John Hannah) -yes, he's painted as a complete villain and mediocrity- takes a walk along the cliff's edge, complaining to his sister Dorothy (Emily Woof) of Coleridge's "velocity". The walk also contains a passage of composition. Wordsworth took a number of images from his sister's journals; In cinematic shorthand, this plays as his proclaiming "I wandered lonely as a cow", with Dorothy suggesting that "cloud" might be a better word.
These partial little figures were rescued from the ruins of my parents' house which burned in the Berkeley Hills Fire of 1991. Burn marks are visible as dirty knees on the middle figure. They belonged to a set of figures from my mother's childhood she used to get out Christmas, along with with paper houses and some lead reindeer with broken antlers, and a funny old Santa. These were rescued and repaired by me - here comes the instant philosophy - the way some of us graft stuff on in life because what we have to begin with can seem like it needs ...additions. My parents rebuilt, by the way.
I don't do well with authority. In addition to ambiguous demand for unspecified faith (perhaps we are being told to believe that that almighty dollar will rise again?) from this window, I had an email from a prominent computer manufacturer instructing me to "Make the joy of the Holidays last all year". This is not my experience of how joy* works - although maybe with certain pharmaceuticals...
My friend Ariella is visible reflected at the right.
"Confetti?" scoffed Grandpa. "Why, when I was a boy, we celebrated The New Year properly, with the time-honored tradition of _____________________________".
Yes, I know it would be pleasant to spend the week between Christmas and New Year's dozing by the fire...but here's an opportunity hone your visual and verbal skills, so I hope you'll right click to fill in Grandpa's recollection (drawing, photo, collage or embroidery..whatever) the words left missing in the quote. I will have the links in my post on New Year's Day.
I was watching Pandaemonium, about Coleridge and Wordsworth, which has a wonderful visual dramatization of "Frost at Midnight", I started with frost, then proceeded to the fractals of this ancestral paisley shawl which turned into the paisley lion below. It's a t-shirt, but redbubble doesn't have this exact shade of green Would be nice to have all terrors turn into flowers and feathers...
Went on a sketchwalk at San Francisco's Land's End, where I claimed to know the way to the ruined house on the beach. I didn't. Sliding, skidding and muddiness ensued. But the treats at the cafe afterwards tasted all the better for it. Right, fellow sketchwalkers? Right?
Edit: I should mention I didn't draw her in forced perspective, she fell in the water and got a bit bendy.
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One of a series of illustrations I am working on for the Berkeley Monthly, this one is for an essay about two people who go to a supposedly haunted house. Every time they shine a flashlight into a particular room, they hear crunchy noisy outside. They end up fleeing the scene. The Illustration friday prompt is Crunchy.
Pirate with no depth perception who has lost his reading glasses attempts to figure out where he buried the treasure. He is standing in front of a lovely piece of mail art sent to me by the redoubtable J.T. Steiny of Dog a Day.
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).