As I was just saying to a good friend, envy is a besetting sin of those with imagination. Right now, I kind of wish I was Isabella Rossellini. Why? Her Green Porno series, which I was told about by the esteemed Micah Moore of San Francisco Sketchwalk. Isabella's Bee is here on you tube, Micah's collaboration (a film version of the Surrealists' exquisite corpse) with his friends is on Vimeo (Micah's section is the part with the alien hands).
This contemplative bird was photographed by Eduardo, husband of commenter Cláudia. While she and I caught up on the steps of the Victoria fountain in front of Buckingham Palace, Eduardo and their daughter Isabella were having a wander around St. James' Park. We are wondering what it is - it looks like a cross between a dodo and a pelican. I liked the bird a lot, so I have memorialized it in this t-shirt on redbubble.
Above, an oversized postcard from JT Steiny of Dog a Day which arrived on Saturday.
The poem mentioned in Thursday's post, The Idea of Order at Key West, is one of Stevens' poems about poetry, or creativity. This poem describes a woman singing on the seashore, and in the stanza following the one quoted below are the lines:
I know that is a faun, but what is it he is carrying? A fruit salad with three antlers sticking out of it? Please advise.
This is on the title page of the slender volume "a Cotswold Village" by J. Arthur Gibbs, which I picked up at a charity bookstore in Exeter. When I say J. Arthur Gibbs is the author, he seems to rely heavily on quoting most of the the verses of "Elegy in a Country Churchyard" and voluminous tracts of Ruskin in between his ruminations on the duties of squires, the evocative qualities of coats of arms and the amusing remarks of village rustics. I did like this description of the hall of an ancient manor house, though.
Portraits of various degrees of indifferent oil painting adorned the walls of the house and staircase. Somebody appeared to have been shooting with a catapult at some of the pictures. One old gentleman had a shot through his nose; and an old fellow with a hat on, over the window, had received a pellet in the right eye.
This face may look familiar to comics aficionados- I was obsessed with George Herriman's Krazy Kat as a teenager. Part of the charm of this strip is the characters, and part is the pen and ink mesas of the southwestern landscape - eccentric, sparse and strangely comforting.
This is a page from a lovely book (Ounce Dice Trice, by Alastair Read, with illustrations by Ben Shan) discarded at the Elting Memorial Library in New Paltz, New York. If you are ever there, they have a lot of very old books - including many original Edgar Rice Burroughs novels- available to take out. Sometimes new and improved isn't.
Robbie's room in England. He has been here in California for a few days before setting off for Alaska to work in a wilderness lodge a hundred miles from the nearest road. Ultimately he's hoping to do a circuit of the west and East Coast.
And, another globe, another young man starting out in the world, Cláudia used this stick in Rio to measure the love in her son Luis' eye.
Devon was Like This. Let's do Shakespeare in reverse- for those who feel so inclined, take the weather where you are now (or some memorable weather) and compare it to a family member (includes pets, includes ancestors). Rhyming optional - well, it's all optional really.
This is a photo of London (featuring the Christopher Wren designed Royal Naval Academy) taken by joe beale featuring one of the sticks of pub night, previously mentioned.
In other news, ripplesketches is a blog selling small scale art cards to benefit The Institute for Marine Mammal Studies and The International Bird Rescue Center in the wake of the Gulf Oil Spill. New work is going up all the time.
This is a dog on a monument in Highgate Cemetery, near where I stayed in North London. Joe is a living dog, earnest, sober and dignified, living in New Paltz, New York. I did not get a photo of him, but let me just say I have never before had my face licked in the courteous, considerate manner in which Joe does this. More dogs on TinyTheatre.
If you are ever in New Paltz, stop by Briarwood Court and ask for Joe the dog. You can tell them I sent you.
Above, Katherine and Olive in Central Park just after Katherine placed the stick you see in the photo- in the end, I gave some of the sticks to the bloggers I met in London at our pub night - joe the illustrator, the scrybe, and lettuce. Earlier that day, I was given a tour of the Portobello Road and Kensington Gardens by feltbug and visited the Victoria and Albert with Jenny Woolf of from somewhere in time. Earlier in the week, I met Jasmine of nature's whispers and we explored Bristol together. I also met the delightful Cláudia, with two of her family members , in front of Buckingham Palace.
I'm back - late last night, and anyone considering going through New York should know that JFK, no picnic at the best of times, has a runway down right now. I arrived to find the cat is in immediate need of the vet, so I'm going to have to visit you all later today.
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).