Tuesday, October 26th, 2010
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
- From William Shakespeare’s As You Like It (1623)
Monday, October 25th, 2010
I already retain two works from German silhouette cutwork artist, Lotte Gützlaff, and have just acquired three more of her “Scherenschnitte” artworks that I am showcasing here. Aren’t they simply wonderful? How she manages to use her scissors in such articulate detail is completely beyond me. True pieces of art.
Unfortunately, there is very little that I have managed to track down about Lotte Gützlaff. Apparently, she worked in Berlin in the 1920’s and 30’s, and counts as one of the most prolific silhouette artists from that era.
>Read more about the art of shair-en-shnit-ay at Antique Trader.
TOP: Aschenputtel (Cinderella)
BELOW: Wem Gott will rechte Gunst erweisen/
den schickt er in die weite Welt
(When God wishes to show true favor to someone,
he sends him out into the wide world)
Tuesday, October 12th, 2010
Here’s an editorial art about a traveler in Berlin, written from the viewpoint of an American study-abroad student. Turns out that no matter where you go and whatever you’ve been hoping to find (including finding yourself changed), you will always stay who you are. I thought the reflection of the traveler in the mirror inside the suitcase captures that concept quite well.
>MORE SPOT ART | >MORE TRAVEL
Thursday, September 30th, 2010
This is some of my latest mixed-media animal artwork showing an elephant, a lion, and a crocodile. Go, pets, go.
>MORE COLLAGE ART | >MORE ANIMALS
TOP: E is for Elephant (using a photo from my mom’s as a kid for the hare, and part of a shopping list from my grandmother’s for the elephant’s ear)
BELOW: L is for Lion
BOTTOM: C is for Crocodile
Wednesday, September 22nd, 2010
Here’s (yet another) image in mixed-media style on the ailing economy.
Thursday, September 9th, 2010
The rain is raining all around, / It falls on hills and tree. / It rains on the umbrellas here / And on the ships at sea. (R.L. Stevenson)
Wednesday, September 1st, 2010
This is from Mark Twain’s 1880 book, A Tramp Abroad:
An average sentence, in a German newspaper, is a sublime and impressive curiosity; it occupies a quarter of a column; it contains all the ten parts of speech – not in regular order, but mixed; it is built mainly of compound words constructed by the writer on the spot, and not to be found in any dictionary – six or seven words compacted into one, without joint or seam – that is, without hyphens; it treats of fourteen or fifteen different subjects, each inclosed in a parenthesis of its own, with here and there extra parentheses which reinclose three or four of the minor parentheses, making pens within pens: finally, all the parentheses and reparentheses are massed together between a couple of king-parentheses, one of which is placed in the first line of the majestic sentence and the other in the middle of the last line of it - after which comes the VERB, and you find out for the first time what the man has been talking about; and after the verb – merely by way of ornament, as far as I can make out – the writer shovels in “haben sind gewesen gehabt haben geworden sein,” or words to that effect, and the monument is finished.
- From Mark Twain, The Awful German Language
Friday, August 20th, 2010
Sugar Daddy in action.
Monday, August 16th, 2010
The good people of 3×3, the Magazine of Contemporary Illustration, Sarah Munt and Charles Hively, have invited me for an interview. My rants and raves can be accessed here.
We had the pleasure of having illustrator, designer, multi-media artist and cartoonist Oliver Weiss over to the studio for lunch. He’s in town for a couple of weeks following his trek out to Pasadena for this year’s ICON conference.
After a few minutes of conversation I could tell Oliver is not your typical illustrator; he’s done just about anything you can imagine including art. He’s been an author of short stories, poems and children’s stories, writer, freelance editor, freelance copywriter for ad agencies, ghost writer, founder and editor-in-chief of his own magazine, web designer, and comic strip writer.
Through all his experiences he has gained valuable insight into the workings of the editorial, publishing and advertising worlds which puts him head and shoulders above many out there.
Wednesday, August 4th, 2010
Eating. Digesting. More eating…
Monday, August 2nd, 2010
It was worth while to grow old and dusty seeking for truth though truth is unattainable, restating questions that have been stated at the beginning of the world.
Failure would await him, but not disillusionment. It was worth while reading books, and writing a book or two which few would read, and no one, perhaps, endorse.
- From E.M. Forster’s The Longest Journey
Sunday, August 1st, 2010
O Life and Love! O happy throng
Of thoughts, whose only speech is song!
O heart of man! canst thou not be
Blithe as the air is, and as free?
- From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Day Of Sunshine
Tuesday, July 13th, 2010
Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
- From Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
> MORE COLLAGE ART
Friday, July 9th, 2010
I’m a maid who would marry
And will take with no qualm
Any Tom, Dick or Harry,
Any Harry, Dick or Tom.
I’m a maid mad to marry
And will take double-quick
Any Tom, Dick or Harry,
Any Tom, Harry or Dick.
- From Cole Porter, Kiss Me, Kate
Tuesday, July 6th, 2010
Here’s a recent mixed-media artwork showing a very young female writer from Victorian ages. I really like the overall mood for this one.