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Like everything besides…

…his Alien movie, this looks fantastic.  Any takers?

Comics, Take 3

Garfield Minus Garfield.

Garfield-Minus-Garfield

Comics, Take 2

Garfield, I haven’t come back to in appreciation yet.  I still think it’s pretty juvenile.  While I hope my kids find it and love it like I did, I also hope they outgrow it 😉

This and tomorrow’s entry do something to Garfield that makes it interesting, much more interesting than it would be on its own.

I present: Garfield as Garfield.

Garfield

 

Peanuts Without the Last Frame

I’ve had three phases of my life in relationship to Peanuts.

  1. Elementary School Years, I checked out as many Peanuts books as possible and devoured them
  2. Adolescence and Early Adulthood, I didn’t really get the Peanuts and thought they were childish artifact
  3. Adulthood, I have a new appreciation for the Peanuts

One thing that has helped my appreciation of comic strips are projects like this, and I’ve got a few more to share in the upcoming days.

Peanuts-Missing-Last-Frame

This Hit Me of Late

One_More_Step,_Mr__Hands

In the Attic by Seamus Heaney

1.

Like Jim Hawkins aloft in the crosstrees

Of Hispaniola, nothing underneath him

But still green water and clean bottom sand,

The ship aground, the canted mast far out

Above a seafloor where striped fish pass in shoals—

And when they’ve passed, the face of Israel Hands

That rose in the shrouds before Jim shot him dead

Appears to rise again . . . “But he was dead enough,”

The story says, “being both shot and drowned.”

2.

A birch tree planted twenty years ago

Comes between the Irish Sea and me

At the attic skylight, a man marooned

In his own loft, a boy

Shipshaped in the crow’s nest of a life,

Airbrushed to and fro, wind-drunk, braced

By all that’s thrumming up from keel to masthead,

Rubbing his eyes to believe them and this most

Buoyant, billowy, topgallant birch.

3.

Ghost-footing what was then the terra firma

Of hallway linoleum, Grandfather now appears

Above me just back from the matinée,

His voice awaver like the draft-prone screen

They’d set up in the Club Rooms earlier.

“And Isaac Hands,” he asks, “was Isaac in it?”

His memory of the name awaver, too,

His mistake perpetual, once and for all,

Like the single splash when Israel’s body fell.

4.

As I age and blank on names,

As my uncertainty on stairs

Is more and more the light-headedness

Of a cabin boy’s first time on the rigging,

As the memorable bottoms out

Into the irretrievable,

It’s not that I can’t imagine still

That slight untoward rupture and world-tilt

As a wind freshened and the anchor weighed.

Illustration

ThomTenery_GethenRising

I was showing a student this artist’s work today to talk about atmospheric perspective, and it occurred to me that Toby and others might enjoy it.

Lock, Stock and Pickpocket

Pickpocketing

Another interesting article from the New Yorker.  It’s really amazing how good one can get, almost to the point of it being magical, when you solely focus on one skill for your entire life.

And here’s a video of his talent on display:

Let’s Evoke, Not Provoke

As I’ve been sharing things on the blog, I’ve wondered why I’ve kept things unserious after all the pressures, concerns, and nightmares of the past week.  Perhaps I need a place for respite from the typical news flow across the internet.  I felt I’ve needed evocation, rather than provocation.

Here’s a series of photos that evokes something inextricably Kansas out of me, and thought I’d share.

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Just Because I Love It

I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.
And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.

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On the Subject of 2012…

Another link I found in early 2013, was a series of videos an auteur named Matt Shapiro has put together for the last seven years called The Cinescape.  It’s pretty amazing craftsmanship, and even though none of the films he spliced together are original works, the way he did it is.  It’s masterful and brings to mind how movies, even in their most mundane form, can be filled with wonderful images and themes.  Sometimes I feel as if there’s a boredom of abundance.  There’s just so much high-quality filmmaking these days, that even the worst of the Hollywood dreck can be filled with amazing facets.

The Cinescape above also reminds me of how movies feature variations on a theme, and that the tropes can get tedious after a while.  So, there’s a sense of wonder and disappointment as I flip through all seven of these and start to see some of the tricks filmmakers use to emotionally and visually connect.

You have time for this

From one of my favorite blogs called simply Drawn.

I am a Novice at Living

021 IR Sunrise

034 IR Lookout Veiled

099 IR Decrepit

116 IR Moonrise

 

236 IR Rainbow Three

 

244 IR Vortex

 

181 IR Alive

 

149 IR Back

 

165 IR RH

 

229 IR Edwards Capped

If a Tree Falls in the Woods…

I managed to draw J.E.’s attention to the post of a recent image created to mark the anniversary of the Deep Horizon oil spill in the gulf so I thought I’d post the others. I made more than this, but these were the ones I decided to go with. I called the series No Horizon as both a reference to the rig that collapsed, but also to the fact that they have no real environment or background, which is unusual for my work. The Bluefin and the Loggerhead turtle images were made with oil and water and ink, and the birds were made with ink, water and soap suds. Obviously, the materials were important in the creation of this series. The names are tentative.

 

 

. No Horizon Washed

 

No Horizon Bluefin 001

 

No Horizon Blue Heron

No Horizon: Loggerheads

Here’s the first in a series dedicated to the BP spill. This image was created with ink, oil, and water (and Photoshop). The initial splotch was created, incidentally, in a sketchbook given to me by Toby.

 

No Horizon Loggerheads

Input

This is a new image in the TINAW series, one of three digital works I am constructing. Before I took the trouble to post it to my website, I thought I’d get your input.

 

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