Above, Eréndira washing her enormous and generously tattooed grandmother. The character of the rapacious grandmother seems very similar to the appetitive Yubaba character in Spirited Away, with her gems and mountains of pastry and ice cream.
What do you think this story is about? It could be the nightmarish logical conclusion of one person treating another as a possession. The end, the knowledge that comes to Eréndira at her freedom and immediately matures her face seems to me to be about the price of assuming responsibility for the self. Sometimes we'll put up with an enormous amount of pain, conspiring with our oppressors, simply to avoid seeing.
The last story of the Innocent Eréndira collection, the title story, brings back as supporting players some of the characters which appear in the earlier story. It's also suggested that the hero Ulises (a hero almost by default) is descended from the winged ancient in the first story, A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings:
"The one with wings was my grandfather", Ulises answered in his natural way, "But nobody believed it".
The illustration version is here. Recently got a call from an editor about a story I had written during which she used a really indirect approach to tell me revisions would need to be made. Since I could see the criticism like a freight train coming from a long way off, I felt increasingly impatient. Eventually I got off the phone with a polite excuse, took a couple of days, and wrote down the specific information I needed from her, and we had some productive communication. When is it good to walk away to take a little breathing time and when is it, you know, kind of snotty?
Kublai Khan's nurse saw his future greatness in the flame of the evening lamp when she came to put him to bed. At the end of his life, though, it was the recollection of her appearance with the lamp each evening rather than his achievements which brought the great Khan comfort.
I have a theory that first memories are frequently of light, I know mine is of being carried by my parents with a light-up Santa Claus pinned to my red coat. And yours?
As long as we're talking early memories, this is a post from awhile back on feltbug.
My father and I went on a walk at Sibley Regional Park today, above is a teazel which he tells me were once used for carding wool.
One of the mazes made in the park in a former quarry - by whom and with what intent we don't know. Could it be- space aliens? We managed to intersect with a school group with many vocalizing young humans led by a gray-bearded naturalist trying to expound above the din.
I'm doing some posting ahead this weekend, the next post here will be on Monday, other posts during my away time will be on dates when I think I'' ll have some time to visit your blogs and post comments here.
Here is a detail of the illustration for Garcia Marquez's The Incredible and Sad Tale of Innocent Eréndira and her Heartless Grandmother. If you want to know what is going on here before the 30th, you will have to read the story.
The (theoretical, volcano-dependent) date for my departure to England is approaching. As of today, I have an illustration project to occupy me at Pound View Farm - that would be drawings for The Poetry Bus Magazine, now virtually incarnated as a blog.
Some of us like to stay inside on rainy days, while others feel the urge to get out and engage in (relatively) brisk aerobic exercise. Click the title for a link to R.E.M.'s Good Advices.If you want to see other pavement level sights, I've just posted on Tinytheatre.
In case you were wondering about the low P.O.V. here recently, yes, I am now two inches tall and residing in a drain pipe.
I was the lucky winner of this lovely print by Asja Boros, who has a delightful wealth of illustration and photography work on her website. In addition, I recieved the inspiring Guerilla Art Kit by Keri Smith from Tessa at Aerial Armadillo, she is raising money for Possible Dreams International through sale of her prints. And thank you to Eva of Colourful Research for the books on Alice.
Scouting out locations for sketching with a meetup group in the Mountain View Cemetery. This is the Brotherly Love side of the Elks (an organization similar to the Masons) monument. A sketch of the Justice side. The very front shows Loyalty, and the rear shows Charity. I guess something had to end up with the nether end of the quadruped...
The great man stroked his beard and sang his happy song, and yet an uneasy feeling stole over him, a feeling that some instrument was poised to part him from all he had known heretofore. He was on edge...
Strange how this ship is running before the weather, isn't it? Sure seems like there are a lot of things to worry about right now. Is this why post- apocalyptic fiction is such a pleasure? Relax, let your hair down, no need to keep up appearances when floating in the warm sea of chaos. I remember particularly enjoying it as a teenager. How about you - what did you read as a teenager (AKA young adult)?
The man in this old photo was sporting mutton chop whiskers much like those Michael Redgrave had as the caterpillar in the BBC Alice of 1966. In that scene, Alice talks to the Caterpillar as he gazes through a wooden model of I think St. Paul's Cathedral, which may have suggested to me enclosing this person's face inside pen and ink architecture. I've had it for a couple of months, waiting for a final element.
It's oddly satisfying, then, that I found the discarded shell of a champagne cork this morning, which completes the caterpillar's cocoon when it is sewed on. I believe the photograph is originally from Norway. I may display these by attaching them to branches - it would give the option have having their beautiful backs available to look at.
Edit: Karin tells me the photo is from Sweden- someone must have brought this ancestor with them long ago.
A simple photoshop collage illustration for one of the first person stories in the upcoming Berkeley Monthly, this one about a woman who twice travelled back across the country to take care of her estranged- and divorced- parents during their last illnesses.
A new style of reconfigured figurine I made for Mina's store, this wooden figure has had his broken off hands replaced with twigs. Jasmine is hosting Festival of the Trees this May Day on Nature's Whispers.
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).