Goodbye, Georgetown! Langkawi, here I come!

Love in the time of bananas...

Another embroidered postcard: “Love in The Time of Bananas…” of a fruit hawker’s cart and bullion-stitched bananas…and a colored pencil sketch of mangosteens. And a bowl of mee noodles; both from my journal of this trip.

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Hindu temple, Tanjong Bungah

One of many, many fabulous, theme-park gaudy Hindu shrines around Pulau Pinang. This one’s right outside my window at Tanjung Bungah.

Just some pictures, no time to write a post…taking the ferry to Pulau Langkawi tomorrow morning, to spend my remaining 5 or 6 days with a close friend who now lives over there.

Love Bites : : playing with the Harmony Drawing Tool

love bites furry monster

Came across Mr. Doob’s Harmony Drawing Tool via the Drawing Pins blog. There’s no way to undo or erase a mark (other than to start over) but he’s got a fantastic set of brushes. This is the brush/mark-maker called ‘fur’. I could play with Harmony all day. Pretty addictive! (But it’s such a pain in the ass to draw with the Macbook’s track pad. I should really get a mouse)

What is this post? This is nothing. Just playing around, mindless doodling on Harmony, a bit of fluff because I didn’t do anything special today (other than turn 38, which is not something I like to dwell on.)

BUT can you imagine a drawing such as this one made with the fur brush, interpreted in stitch? It starts to look like something, doesn’t it? Suddenly, hmm, there’s potential here, something to explore, to push, corners to tug at, a little seed of a seed of a seed of something…ideas, ideas, ideas, I shit ‘em. LOL

Go make a furry Valentine for someone. Harmony also has “long fur”, for those who like their doodles (or Valentines) REALLY hairy.

bite me

Cut paper Gypsy Poet

cut paper Gypsy

Played with bits of scrapbooking paper and a scalpel today. Taking a break from embroidery!

The Gypsy Poet is closely based on one of Leon Bakst’s watercolor costume studies for the Russian ballet. This may even be Nijinsky.

gypsy poet...cut paper assemblage

The back actually looks pretty nice, too…I’ll admit I like the back better! Those pieces of masking tape are beautiful.
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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



Thank you, Ronald Searle, for being you.


cat on a stackFinally got around to doing a cartoon illustration for my bookbinding workshop posters…something I’ve wanted to do for some years! I always knew that the design would borrow, heavily, from Ronald Searle‘s wonderful illustration of a disgruntled cat atop a stack of books, featured in his book Slightly Foxed – but still desirable.

The orange cat here is, of course, my very own Dude…a fatso trying to get comfortable in a very tight space; and the books have been done more decoratively, because I’m a bookbinder, after all, and not a librarian or book dealer. :) But I cannot pretend that this was an original idea…the spirit of Searle so obviously pervades my illustration.

I have always had a special place in my heart for Ronald Searle’s cartoons: his brilliant cats, his scrawly men, his swinging sixties women, his wretchedly nasty St Trinian schoolgirls (yes, that sexed-up, dumbed-down, rather ‘blah’ movie is just Hollywood’s spin on a wonderful series of illustrations by Mr. Searle) and his many, many covers for The New Yorker

I loved Slightly Foxed – but still desirable so much that when I came across it at National Bookstore in Greenhills, about 15 years ago, I bought the two copies the bookstore had. In it, Searle celebrates the joys of rare book collecting by taking the sometimes cryptic descriptions of books found in the catalogs of rare book dealers and antiquarians, and illustrates each in a hilarious and lovable way. To a bookbinder, naturally, these illustrations are an absolute delight.

I still have both books…now also looking ‘slightly foxed’…but all the more desirable for that.

Thank you, Mr. Searle, for your genius of levity!

Ronald Searle is still very much alive…a prolific, joyful and beloved illustrator, there is an amazing amount of his work on the web, as well as interviews and biographies. To see more of his work, I highly recommend the Perpetua: Ronald Searle Tribute blog, and this article from The Times, written in March, 2010…shortly after Mr. Searle’s 90th birthday.

mail art : : a Mossy postcard and a ‘pinkwork’ letter for a goddess…

collage and drawing on a postcard for the artist Jason Moss

Among the things revived by the trip to see all my wonderfully creative and artistic friends in Manila was a mutual desire to start up our old practice of making and sending each other beautiful letters through the post. Here are a couple I made over the weekend:

A naughty, oversized postcard (above) featuring parrots and April’s “Flavour of The Month”, for that enfant terrible of the art world, brilliant painter Jason Moss…

For Agnes Arellano, Filipina sculptor of the “sacred and the mythical, the physical and the erotic, the magical and the mundane, the religious and the profane, and music and song”, I made a delicate letter embroidered in blackwork patterns, using pink thread (pinkwork? ;) )

embroidery on paper, a letter for the artist Agnes Arellano

The afternoon I spent with Agnes in her cool, shadowy, compound—where buildings and gardens mingle and intersect like a cross between cathedral and green  house—was a highlight of my trip back to Manila.

Agnes Arellano, Sculptor

Agnes took me on an intimate viewing of the sculptures in her gallery, and I fell in love with her latest cast bronze series, The Goddess Revisited…the gorgeously fecund bodies of these lovely goddess figures and their ardent supplicants were inspired by a trip Agnes took to see the ancient goddess figurines of Malta.

I was inspired, in turn, by their heft and curves, their saucy braids, their unabashed sexuality and celebration of womanhood, and by the delicate little goat feet of the deities.

I had to smile at the name of the series, which I didn’t know until I looked up Agnes’ website later that evening. It could have summed up the day…for, indeed, it felt like I had made a modest pilgrimage—an artistic and spiritual one—to revisit the Friend, this calm and gracous holy woman with a voice like a sacred well deep in the woods, like a clearing where the doe-eyed, goat-footed goddesses of creativity and destruction come to dance, and sing.

Milk Goddess Supplicant 2 in bronze

Mail art. It rocks. So much nicer than a message on facebook, or an e-mail.

Send a letter, get a letter:

Smallest Forest

PO Box 36043

Winnellie, NT 0821

Australia

Best Valentine’s Day present EVAH!

I circle your nest tonight,
around and around until morning….

Walk to the well.
Turn as the earth and the moon turn,
circling what they love.
Whatever circles comes from the center.

Jelaluddin Rumi, The Essential Rumi trans. Coleman Barks

I’m so glad he didn’t poach me a heart-shaped egg for breakfast! :/

Kris got me a 1967 Spirograph for Valentine’s Day. It’s only missing 2 gears. He knew that I have wanted one since I was 7. I was so thrilled to finally have a set, I couldn’t stop drawing them!

Naturally, I had to grab my current embroidery project and draw one straight onto the fabric, stitch it up before the night was over.

bookbinding : : conjuring the sun with color

Twenty-two consecutive days of rain! Was starting to feel a bit soggy around the edges. Thankfully, yesterday brought us some real sun, and that has cheered me up no end.

I brought some colour and light into my studio yesterday by making these two journals:

Another embroidered allium, my first time to use a color other than green for the stencilled background. Went with shades of lavender and purple for this one. With the orange/red shades from the flowers, and the spring green of the stems, the colours seem to work. It’s cheerful, anyway. This one’s in my shops.

Note: I have had to re-open my account with Paypal, as furious as that makes me. I have tried using the alternatives suggested by http://www.screw-paypal.com, but an order last week had me tearing my hair in frustration. Good thing the customer is an old friend, used to my bumbling ways, and so very patient with me! But to have to go through all that with some stranger who is used to snapping things up easily? I realised that it would be too much to ask of the average fairweather shopper—who has never heard of Wikileaks, or doesn’t grasp its relevance, at any rate. So I’ve resolved to donate a small bit of my Paypal sales to Wikileaks, instead, to somehow grapple with the conflicted way I feel about using them to sell my handmade journals. Frustrated. :(

And another owl journal…this one’s for Danielle (aka Miss Hurro Kitty), who just asked me for “an owl” and got this little Tasmanian Masked Owl, riding his own cloud of shampoo bubbles up a staircase to the sky. With bunting, and Words of Wisdom (I have since completed the broken-off sentence, using Danielle’s chosen word).

And danged if it isn’t the weirdest thing, but I really loved painting these little owls…their white, heart-shaped faces, their mottled feather patterns…why is it so much fun?

It baffles me a bit, because everyone is doing owls…EVERYONE…and I worry that I am merely caught up and being swept away by the current of faddish subjects that seem to be the same on every craft blog, in every ETSY shop. It does no harm, but at some point I can’t tell where the influences end and my own vision begins. I hate to think I am nothing but a mirror, repeating what I see. Scary. I don’t seem to have the guts to draw something that comes solely from my own head…