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Spike Jonze & Olympia Le Tan’s animation of stitched book covers

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Vintage first-edition book cover designs of classic reads, rendered in felt and embroidery, and animated into a tragicomic love story between literary characters…holy shit, what’s not to love about Spike Jonze and Olympia Le-Tan‘s new stop-motion animation, filmed upon the fabled shelves of romantic, nostalgic Shakespeare & Company bookshop in Paris?

This turns me on in so many ways, as a bookbinder, a reader, an embroiderer, an artist…I feel so full of inspiration right now that I think I might explode. First Jillian Tamaki’s book covers, now this…this has really got me wanting to embroider and stitch fabulous bookcovers…

Note: I have no idea whether the movie embedded properly…it might be blocked for sharing this way, I don’t know, maybe it’s a WordPress thing…but do make sure you hop over to Nowness and watch the short animation, which is mostly funny, in a bawdy and irreverent way, but with a brief moment of sweet sadness. Links to Nowness are at the bottom of this post.

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In Mourir Auprès de Toi (To Die By Your Side), director Spike Jonze’s stop-motion animation has given a wonderful life and story to the fibre artistry of Olympia Le-Tan.

On a shelf in the iconic Parisian bookstore Shakespeare and Company, the star-crossed love story of Macbeth’s skeleton and his Bride of Dracula amour plays out amidst Le-Tan’s fabric and felt illustrations of vintage first-edition book cover designs.

The project started when Jonze asked for a Catcher in the Rye embroidery to put on his wall and Le-Tan asked for a film in return. With French filmmaker Simon Cahn co-directing, the team wrote the script between Los Angeles and Paris over a six month period, before working night and day animating the 3,000 pieces of felt Le-Tan had cut by hand. “I love getting performances from, telling stories about and humanizing things that aren’t human,” said Jonze of working with Le-Tan’s characters.

i am fucked

shakespeare and company

 

Spike Jonze: Mourir Auprès de Toi on Nowness.com.

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Jillian Tamaki’s designs for Penguin Threads are available now!


At last! The new Penguin Threads books with Jillian Tamaki’s embroidered artwork are available for purchase! You can get them at Amazon, and probably every other self-respecting bookstore in the world—they’re Penguin paperbacks, after all.

I just couldn’t resist re-posting these photographs from Jillian Tamaki’s blog…what luscious designs! There’s a marvelous surprise waiting for you on the inside of the book covers, as well…the reverse sides of Jillian’s embroideries! Yes! The Penguin Threads label is living up to its name wonderfully, really giving the craft of embroidery emphasis.

She’s added more in-progress shots from the project, as well…I love this snippet of text from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, and so enjoyed seeing the bigger pictures of how the embroideries were worked, complete with absolutely indispensable furry-purry curled up nearby.

detail of embroidered book cover art by Jillian Tamaki

progress shot of embroidered book cover art by Jillian Tamaki

Now here’s my dilemma: I love these cover designs, but don’t care for these particular books!

I’ve read them all, and they’re not really books I need to own copies of. The Secret Garden and Black Beauty are really more young adult fare…sort of on the same shelf with Alcott’s Little Women, Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables, and Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird.

I’ll just have to drool over the pictures of Tamaki’s fabulous, fabulous work, and maybe take it as a springboard of inspiration for the design of my next journal cover (I’m talking about my own personal journal..my trusty old Twist and Shout has about 50 blank pages left, I just noticed last night…I’m going to need a new journal by the start of 2012, I think.)

If you could see any literary title embroidered and published by Penguin Threads this way, which one would you choose?

Note: Hang on, your favorite title may already be in the works! The next cluster of books to be commissioned by Penguin Threads have been designed and worked by Rachel Sumpter: Little Women (Louisa May Alcott), The Wind in The WIllows (Kenneth Graham) and The Wizard of Oz (Frank L. Baum). Have a look at them on Rachel Sumpter’s Flickr.

via Jillian Tamaki Sketchblog » Blog Archive » Penguin Threads: Available now!.

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Growing up with the right values…

A dancing fox spirit in form of a woman...

Fox Spirit

Color in a painting has tremendous emotional impact…I love using colors, so much that often all I can see is the dazzling juxtaposition of color—wanting to use them all…wanting that vermillion to sit and glow beside a deep bluish green, enjoying the way a reddish gold pulsates next to a stormy Payne’s gray—and forget to take care of my values.

Values are the spectrum of light to dark in a painting. It is the use of different values that gives an object in a painting its form, its depth, its solidity…not colors. To see this at work, open a photograph in a photo editing program, and turn the color saturation up to 100%. The result is painful to the eyes. With every color saturated and glowing brilliantly, the solidity and form of the painting recedes.

It’s important to remember that every tube of paint has a value…dark red and dark green may be on opposite ends of the color spectrum, but in terms of value they are both on the very dark end of the value scale. Too many colors of the same value will result in a heavy, uniform, rather lifeless and shapeless painting…and often, because the colors themselves are so different from one another, you won’t be able to see or understand why your painting seems so flat, so “washed out” or “dark” or “leaden”. Our eyes often become so overwhelmed by the interplay of colors that we become unable to accurately identify their values.
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Now desaturate the image all the way to black and white. Even without color, it’s easy to identify shape and form in the photograph. It still works. So if my initial pencil drawings (with paper standing in for lights, some sort of wash to indicate greys, and a heavy marking for the darks) don’t look balanced or clear, there isn’t much chance that adding color will ‘fix’ things. If anything, it’ll just make the illustration more confusing. A good thing to bear in mind. It pays to make thorough grayscale studies, if you’re in a hurry or don’t like scrubbing back, covering over, and strating from scratch too often.

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I’ve started using a quick way to keep tabs on my values as I paint. I take my simple point-and-shoot camera, set it to black and white, and take a photo at every stage of the painting. You could then upload to a laptop for viewing, though I usually don’t bother…the viewing screen on the back of most Canon cameras (even the el cheapo ones) is usually big enough to look at the shot straight off. This allows me to keep an eye on what my values are doing. I can see right away if my painting is starting to get an allover dark treatment, if my subject is slowly disappearing into the background behind her with every burnt umber glaze I give her. I can see where a light outline might be necessary, or something needs to be brought back up to a lighter shade. I can also immediately see whether the way I have applied highlights and shadows to the subject makes it real, makes it solid, or if I have gone and put different shadows in all the wrong places, so that the light doesn’t actually come from one source, as it probably should. But even when I am not trying to paint realistically

—because painting is not about copying objects in the world so accurately that “it looks just like a photograph”…bah, what do you think a camera is for, then? Before the camera, sure, people wanted a way to document their lives, their wealth, their surrounds, and painters did that for them…but now that cameras are as common as sinks, painting has been freed from that slavish documentary role, and can finally exist for its own sake. Folks who think that ‘realistic’ determines whether a painting or drawing is good or not should go back to mowing the lawn or watching Find My family, and leave art alone. Rant over.—

…I keep an eye on values for the liveliness and movement within the painting. A dynamic balance of lights and darks, quietly leading the eye from one part of the painting to another, can give it that energy. Think Jackson Pollock. You could accidentally tip forward into one of his paintings, and might be falling forever…there’s so much space behind, inside his paintings.

All of which real painters know, and I’m not a real painter, so forgive me if I presume to spout off about some basic knowledge that I, myself, have only just stumbled upon. But if I didn’t know it before, maybe someone else will find it new, too. And these things can apply to any art or design that involves form and color…embroidery, for example. Not everything I’ve done was checked for values, and I still went ahead and made a ton of mistakes, even knowing about ‘the values thing’…like I can see in this painting that her big blooming rose of a head is the same value as the background wall…and her yellow skirt could have been a little lighter, or patterned to stand out from the background some more, too. I might make a few minor changes, but time’s a’flying, so I can only hope the next painting will be better.

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I don’t have time to do things like this…

…but it couldn’t be helped. I had arrived at an impasse with a painting, and the only options were to either start over, or leave her unfinished forever. So I overhauled the half-finished painting today…meaning I put it under a tap, squirted dishwashing liquid onto it, and scrubbed most of the paint off with a  Scotch Brite scouring pad.

Then pretty much started the painting over. Heart was not in it, but there’s no time to quibble now. Damn, I don’t know what would be worse…a show with some paintings that were heartlessly churned out,  or a show with only 4 paintings, all painted from the heart? Ack.

Yet another back-alley coat-hanger abortion…cleaned off, dressed in bright colors and bundled off to attend the birthday party. Hope no one notices… *pfft!*

Work tomorrow. My Mondays-only day-job. Even these measly 8 hours a week, I resent having to lay my brush down and shovel salads, instead. I resent being subjected to the mindless yammer of local radio stations and indifferently selected pop music. But I have been eating spaghetti, with nothing but salt, olive oil and fresh basil, for 4 days in a row, lunch and dinner, so yes, maybe it’s time to earn just a little bit of money, and buy something else to eat.

I should learn to fish…I live on a boat, after all. That would take care of both me, and the cat. Faced with meager rations, you know I’m more worried about the cat being displeased? He’s that sort of cat.

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Give your favorite cat-person some Popcorn for Christmas.

One of the biggest reasons I love Souther Salazar‘s work so much is that it is stocked full of lovely little cats…he is so obviously a “cat person”, and cat people often find this one, single commonality strong enough to bridge even the widest gap between themselves and another person. It’s as though being a cat person instantly propels someone to above-average intelligence and coolness in my books, so that if he/she manages to do anything on top of that, it’s all bonus frosting and cream piled onto an all ready amazing cake.

Recently Souther posted this call for help on his Facebook and ETSY shop:

Our best little cat buddy Popcorn has gotten very sick. We are having a sale in the Etsy store to go towards the Vet bills, and have also put together a super “Popcorn Pack.”

We’ve collected some of our favorite Popcorn moments (from both photos and in my work) and made stickers, a linocut print, and a bonus Popcorn mix cd of songs that celebrate him and the rest of the cat kingdom.

Each pack includes 1 linocut print (signed & numbered in an edition of 50), 9 stickers for 9 lives: 6 black & white square stickers, 2 round full-color stickers, 1 linocut sticker and a free mix cd of 20 cat songs.

This would make an amazing present (get it early, for Christmas) for a cat lover who is also a music lover who is also an art lover! And for a crazy $15? I mean c’mon, the lino print alone is worth more than that! It’s just too good to pass up on. Plus, you’ll be helping Popcorn—who is obviously a loved and treasured member of Souther’s family…see him in all these different creations by Souther?—and if there’s anything that can really affect a cat lover, it’s another cat lover’s worries and anxiety about one of our furry babies.

Popcorn Pack

Popcorn stickers by Souther Salazar

Souther Salazar

Throw Out the TV by Souther Salazar

I first became aware of Souther Salazar via Juxtapoz Magazine. In a magazine full of contemporary artists, Souther stood out in that issue because of the irrepressible playfulness, the unexpected inventiveness, and the sheer prolificacy of his work.

Not only are Souther’s paintings and illustrations fun, positive, and whimsical…he applies his touch in unexpected places, too…cardboard boxes, light bulbs, nails and hardware bits and bobs, juice bottles, junk…and an amazing collection of painted Autumn leaves.

The best sort of artist, Souther possesses the undaunted, endlessly curious, fertile mind of a child, who does not, cannot, stop creating—who goes through the world endlessly transforming things and surprising everyone. There is tenderness, poetry, and humor in all he does.

Leaf drawings by Souther Salazar



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good wine, great company…

good company

Meeting new people…I have to make such an effort. I’m someone who prefers to be alone and to spend her time doing the things she’s SURE to enjoy and wants to do, so I find it difficult to make the time for, get myself out there, and socialise, with people I don’t all ready know.

The getting-to-know-you phase can be a pain…you make conversation, rack your brains for something to talk about, and circle each other all night, only to arrive at the conclusion that you are bored to incontinence, that all was a waste of time, and you are quite sure that you will never really work up a similar enthusiasm for the Martian Piloted Complex…no matter how hard you try!

So I am cautious about making new friends. Too many of these “new friends” have turned out to be emotional vampires—leaving me feeling like I did all the entertaining, all the talking, or all the listening (to tales of woe, tales of spleen, or just to a long, eye-glazing litany of local vegetable prices)—and lead weights around the neck. Too many of them have nothing of their own to do, and are drawn to the fact that I seem to always be busy with something, so they want to come and watch and marvel and bask in the “wonderfully creative energy” of my space…without giving anything back.

But sometimes I listen to my intuition—that gut feeling that this time will be different—and accept an invitation to a party, or agree to meet friends and be introduced to somebody new, or arrange to meet up in person with an internet acquaintance…to find myself in the company of somebody so likeable, so simpatico, so oddly familiar, that I bless the random events that brought the meeting about.

Saturday night was one of those happy nights: an auspicious conjunction of tides, stars, weather, ingredients, finances, time, and mood. 1D—someone I had briefly met online through a travel org’s website—let me know he had moved (well, more or less) to Darwin. We agreed to meet up for dinner on the boat. And it was the most fun I’ve had in Darwin since channeling my inner funk diva at Barry Brown and the GetDown.

I made a frugal dinner—raw asparagus spears and a cream cheese dip, chunky slices of kalamata panino,  spaghetti with a tomato-based sauce and bacon rashers, a little bit of broccoli, red wine, fresh basil and shredded pecorino. AND this awesome dude had seconds…plus triple nice guy points! There was even dessert, but it was store-bought and neither of us had much of that.

1D brought a couple of great wines to dinner…the label on this one, a fruity syrah (shiraz) from Côte-Rôtie in the the Rhône valley (hence the comic “Croak Rotie”) was so cute that I peeled it off and stuck it in my journal, for the next time I need to buy a bottle of good Shiraz. It was very, very nice.

Lots of laughter; one good, meaty conversation after another…thought-provoking, eye-opening, chock-full of ideas…I was so delighted, I had to write in celebration of such serendipitous meetings, few and far between though they may be, that graciously keep the level of friendship’s well filled to the brim.

Arrogant Frog

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Look, I made a hat…

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you shall above all things be glad and young

For if you’re young,whatever life you wear

it will become you;and if you are glad

whatever’s living will yourself become.

Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:

i can entirely her only love

whose any mystery makes every man’s

flesh put space on;and his mind take off time

that you should ever think,may god forbid

and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:

for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave

called progress,and negation’s dead undoom.

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing

than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

e.e. cummings

So, you see, there really was a hat that I was working on…a pretty fancy one, too, with a golden cage and a fabulous bird inside it. The bird has built a nest of the dapper man’s hair (and probably poops all over his head, as well, but I won’t paint that. Heh.)

I started on this painting today, and it’s fairly galloping along. I have learned so much from the previous paintings about working with acrylics, I hope that the ease and speed with which I get my ideas down and start to flesh them out, now, is a sign that I am finally—finally!—understanding a little bit and gaining proficiency in this medium.

Christ, it’s about time, too, don’t you think? Crazy woman’s having an exhibit, and she’s bloody learning how to paint! Ridiculous.

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Finishing the hat.

A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte by George Seurat

…Finishing the hat,
How you have to finish the hat.
How you watch the rest of the world
From a window
While you finish the hat.

Mapping out a sky.
What you feel like, planning a sky.
What you feel when voices that come
Through the window
Go
Until they distance and die,
Until there’s nothing but sky
And how you’re always turning back too late
From the grass or the stick
Or the dog or the light,
How the kind of woman willing to wait’s
Not the kind that you want to find waiting
To return you to the night,
Dizzy from the height,
Coming from the hat,
Studying the hat,
Entering the world of the hat,
Reaching through the world of the hat
Like a window,
Back to this one from that.

Studying a face,
Stepping back to look at a face
Leaves a little space in the way like a window,
But to see-
It’s the only way to see.

And when the woman that you wanted goes,
You can say to yourself, “Well, I give what I give.”
But the woman who won’t wait for you knows
That, however you live,
There’s a part of you always standing by,
Mapping out the sky,
Finishing a hat…
Starting on a hat..
Finishing a hat…
Look, I made a hat…
Where there never was a hat

Finishing The Hat, from Sunday in the Park With George by Stephen Sondheim

Years ago, a guy I was sweet on and pestering with endless e-mails sent me these lines; they’re the lyrics of the song Finishing The Hat, from Stephen Sondheim’s Sunday In The Park With George, a fanciful musical about the pointillist painter George Seurat. What my object of desire was trying to tell me, I think, was to stop distracting him so that he could get on with his work and “finish the hat”.

14 years later, here I am, singing that song (it’s got a beautiful, dreamy swelling of melody, and the words are pensive…this strikes me as a very personal song by Sondheim) and trying to finish a hat (or eight) of my own; with just four weeks to opening night, I have been painting 12, sometimes 14 hours a day. I only leave the boat when there’s nothing at all left to eat (and I do mean nothing…last Saturday I actually shared a can of cat food—it was just tuna, I checked the label—with Dude! It was fine. Needed salt.)

And it’s all hats, man…little things in the paintings: fingernails, the spine of a book, a teacup, a plum-colored shadow on the inside of a girl’s thigh…no big, grand gestures, no arm’s sweep of vivid color, but a million little details that may not seem important, and yet my paintings are made up of those details, and there is no moving forward until everything has been given it’s share of time, work, and concentration.

I don’t think I’ll be blogging very often, or about anything very interesting, until the show’s out of the way. Bear with me.

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