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Five beasts a week…

Tengu

“There is a kind of lazy pleasure in useless and out-of-the-way erudition.”

Jorge Luis Borges, from The Book of Imaginary Beings

A-lan

Kris is posting photos on his blog of each and every one of the hand-illustrated mythical beasts in his unique and personal bestiary, Teratologus.

I’m glad he’s finally doing this…there are over 200 beasts in it, and he has painted or drawn them all, as well as compiled as much information as he could about them (and not just from the internet, which is full of incredibly misleading, misinformed, copy-and-paste-from-each-other style research!) Because of the impossibility of reproducing this book with its full-color pages, it can only ever be shared this way. At least a few more people get to see these illustrations…until now it’s been a kind of household treasure that only a handful of friends have ever had the chance to browse.

It was a labor of love for him for at least 15 years…something that he did out of passion, with no other motives or promise of any sort of reward beyond the old-fashioned joys of research and scholarship, and the pleasure of imagining and illustrating each character.

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Surrounded by media whores…

monday interview merged

Monday, 25 February, 2013: Dude and Kris pose together on the back deck of our boat for a photograph taken by Daniel Hartley-Allen, to illustrate a full page interview that was conducted and written up by Alison Bevege, and which appeared in  the NT News’ last Monday Interview section. No promises, but I think this is the last of Kris’ capers in the media for a while, they seemed to be coming fast and furious for a while, there…but we’re lying low from hereon, nose to the grindstone, pulling our heads in, and everything interesting that can possibly be said has been said, now, anyway.

Really, the cat makes the picture…you can imagine what an insufferable princess Dude’s become since he appeared in the paper. It’s gone to his head. :)

Thanks to Alison, for a fast-paced, action-packed write up; and to Dan, for the awesome photo. XX Nat

P.S. Kris’ fourth and last book, Out of Census, was printed in Indonesia late last year; it’s about his escape from Czechoslovakia, and his vagabonding around Europe and India. We only have a few hundred copies of it. If it sounds like something you might enjoy, you can get hold of a copy via Kris’ website, monsoon dervish.

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Someone gave me a box of chocolates…

A friend gave me a box of Guylian chocolate seashells yesterday. They’re sitting on top of three bags of ice in the cooler. I’ve been trying to do some painting, but I keep putting the brush down, going out to the kitchen, walking in a circle (can’t remember what I came out for), heading back in. Over and over. I think maybe the chocolate seashells are sending me little ESP messages. If I’m not careful, I’ll eat the whole 15-piece box in one sitting.

I feel like the poor kids in this vimeo.

Back to painting. Or trying to paint.

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Doing some Very Important Paperwork

Terribly busy doing paperwork today...

My to-do list tells me that I’ve got quite a bit of paperwork and computer stuff to do today, because tomorrow is the last day that anything—banks, post offices, libraries, printers—will be open. I really should try and get things sorted here, before I head to town tomorrow morning and dispatch everything.

Of course I put all those jobs off, because I bought a pack of origami paper from work last Saturday, and wanted to make something. Heh. It’s still paperwork, no?

Beginner’s origami never did interest me (though, let’s face it, I am nothing if not a beginner!) I don’t think I have ever made a boat, frog, cup, or any of those simple designs. Even as a kid, they didn’t excite me. I’m too impatient to do all that preparatory work for results that are less than spectacular, LOL. I was the same with piano lessons. After a few months of scales, I told my teacher that I didn’t want to progress slowly through the exercise books, playing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star (and I don’t care that Mozart composed it,) I didn’t have much time left on the planet, there were other things to do, so would she please cut the crap and just teach me  the three pieces that made me want to learn piano in the first place? Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 14 in C-sharp minor “Quasi una fantasia”, Op. 27, No. 2, Rimsky-Korsakov’s Song of India, and Debussy’s Reverie, in case you were wondering. And then we could be done with piano lessons. She did. And so we were. They’re still the only pieces I can play, although I can read notes…slowly, like a snail crawling around on a keyboard.

In the same vein, the only origami worth learning to do, I have always believed, is Super-Cute-and-Awesome Origami. The origami black cat, pictured here, fits into that category, as far as I’m concerned. The yellow one, not so much, I made him first because the drawing on the website looked promising…but it’s not expressive enough, and not as 3-dimensional as the black one, whom I’ve named Footsie.

Instructions for making Footsie came from this wonderful origami resource site.

This is the second cool origami cat I’ve ever made, and the third piece of origami I’ve done in my life (I don’t count the 500 fabric origami cranes I made for a project two years ago…that was like folding boxes at the Acme Box Factory: boooooring!). The first origami piece I tackled was a snail, with one of those puffy blow-open shells. With no previous experience, and no knowledge of the basics, it nearly did my head in. But I got it, eventually.

And that confirmed something I’ve secretly believed since childhood…with brute force, stubborn determination, and an almost heaven-annointed ignorance, you can sprint past all the foundational boring stuff, and never have to do anything but the really cool shit. :D This is why I won’t ever have kids…I would end up raising mercenaries.

Terribly busy doing paperwork today...

By the way, included in this photograph are two Christmas presents I’ve recently received. Even though we do not do Christmas, my friends celebrate it, and I give them stuff around this time of the year, because they give me stuff. The New Year means a lot to me, anyway, and so I celebrate that: “Begin. Keep on beginning.” I must say I am really loving both these presents to bits! On the left, a skull matryoshka doll illustration, in a glorious gold frame, from She-Who-Never-Ceases-To-Amaze-Me, Emily Hearn. And the quantity of fabric just right of that (also, below, sorry it’s such a small photo from the Ikea website) is a great big piece of Tidny fabric from Miss Bean…

It’s like a coloring book, but on good, heavy fabric instead of paper. She said to me, “I want to see what you’ll do with it.” Well. Okay, put like that…prepare to be amazed, Christine, because I am a show-off.

What would YOU do with it? Looks like I’ll be stitching over the holiday break…whee! Fun!

Hey, a very Happy Festivus-for-the-rest-of-us, and a Glorious New Year, you guys. :)

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A hundred Indian textiles

My home as an Indian sweatshop

It was Wednesday. Kris was (and still is) on a sail boat somewhere between here and Bali, so I have been alone these past 2 weeks. I had the day off…something I needed desperately, as I work the rest of the week. I planned on sleeping in, getting the laundry and grocery shopping done ashore, catching up on lots of neglected chores, cooking myself some real food to take to work the rest of the week, maybe reading a book (William Boyd’s Waiting for Sunrise)…possibly even (oh, frisson of joy bordering on lust!) doing some arts & crafts that weren’t travel journal related.

Meanwhile, an old acquaintance of Kris’s had just got back to Darwin after spending two years in Goa, India. This guy often brings a whole sailboat loaded with Indian textiles, antiques, and jewelry back with him, to sell to the local hippie and “ethnic style” shops in town. This time around, Australia’s customs wouldn’t allow him to bring the stuff ashore unless he got every piece labelled with its country of origin and materials. A rule he didn’t know about. You can see what’s coming in this little story of mine, can’t you?

When Mr. Loon pulled up in his dinghy with the problem, I felt compelled to help him out…felt a bit sorry for him, I guess, though I don’t really know him all that well. So Wednesday was spent at the big table on the back deck, stitching a hundred little “Made in India. 100% cotton” labels onto embroidered blankets, throws and bedspreads, shawls, floor mats, wall hangings…while the sweat ran down my cheeks and dropped off the tip of my nose (as we are locked deep into the sultry heart of a tropical summer at the moment).

The colors were fabulous, and little bits of shisha winked at me from a thousand spots, but the embroidery work was very slipshod, rough and crudely done. Very disappointing. But I guess that’s what the trade has become, for the tourist market…these weren’t artisans or master crafters; these were just poor women trying to produce as much as they could in a short time, to earn enough to help the family. I had to remind myself that, in India, the professional embroiderers are actually the men. I’ve seen some amazing stuff on wedding sarees…the fine gold work and beads mixed with shaded silk embroidery is sumptuous, and meticulous beyond belief. In contrast, the stuff I was stitching up with labels is produced for white buyers like Mr. Loon, who can’t see the workmanship even when he’s looking right at it, because he doesn’t know what to look for. He’s spent quite a lot of money on some of these textiles, he told me…a bit of a worry. You’ve all heard the saying “You get what you pay for”? I think Terry Pratchett improved on that one by adding “…if you know what you’re doing. If you don’t know what you’re doing, you get what you deserve.”

But I got something for my troubles, in the end (you betcha!) When the merchant came back I put my hand on one hanging that I’d left unpacked. It was printed, patchworked silk on one side, printed cotton on the other, no embroidery or mirrors, and I liked the primary colors very much! “This one? This one I want.” The audacity.

He laughed and gave it to me. So I do have something pretty to show for the day my boat became a one-woman sweatshop! :)

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Rumour book « Art of Kris Larsen

my Captain's Rumour Book

Kris has (once again!) shared some pictures of an amazing book on his blog. This is his own personal Captain’s Rumour Book…an intriguing, mystery-shrouded and jealously guarded secret tradition of all questing sea captains…

or  at least so Kris would have it, via the fantastic novel Railsea by China Miéville. :)

In Miéville’s work, rumour books are just that: a logbook where a captain who has devoted his/her entire life to hunting some great, elusive, near-mythical quarry (brilliantly referred to as “The Captain’s Philosophy”) jots down all the rumours—big and small— regarding his/her questing beast. Captains trade rumours of having sighted each other’s beasts, or sometimes they go to large, sprawling Rumour Markets to purchase them from reliable—and not-so-reliable—Rumour Merchants. Where does one find a Rumour Market? Well, the whereabouts of those are also just rumours, and you have to track down some Rumour Monger who might sell you that morsel of information.

Living with Kris is a big adventure. Every. Single. Day. I don’t know anyone else who could dig through a little box of knickknacks, pull out two wafer-thin, dark, small coins and nonchalantly tell this story about them:

“The upper coin is a Roman copper from the reign of Emperor Dioclecian 285-305 AD. It came from a shipwreck in the Adriatic Sea. I got it in barter from an Austrian diver I met in the Chagos Archipelago…the second coin comes from the medieval Arab city-state of Kilwa, which flourished in East Africa, today’s Tanzania. Overrun and destroyed by Portuguese in 1505 it never recovered. Coin is 500-700 years old. I bought it in Kilwa from local kids fossiking in the extensive ruins of Kilwa Kisimani…”

Emperor Dioclesian (285-305 AD

And, just to stir your imagination a bit more, from the same treasure trove that yielded the two coins, Kris pulled out and showed me a small green wine bottle—sandblasted by time and over 300 years old—that he came across while wandering the old Pirate Cemetery on Île Sainte-Marie in Madagascar. The idea is positively haunting.

What, you don’t believe me? Friends, I assure you, I paid top money for these rumours, and got them from a very reliable Rumour Monger! ;)

via Rumour book « Art of Kris Larsen.

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All in green my love went riding…

icelandic horse

…All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
my heart fell dead before.

—from All in green went my love riding by e.e.cummings

 

Finally settled on a design for the journal I am making my friend Miri.

It’s based on the Icelandic horse (Miri has one of these chunky Nordic horses, herself, and loves to ride) and her favorite color. In keeping with the Nordic theme, the horse is a simple, solid silhouette of greens, overstitched in a counted-thread geometric pattern, worked on a rough linen-like fabric…I just love this stuff! Crazily, this is synthetic upholstery fabric, left over from a curtain job I did nearly a year ago. I took a closer look at it and saw that it’s an even-weave fabric (about 18-ct., which I love to work with, as it makes for fine stitching); sure wish I had more of it! It’s lined with a dense cotton on the back, making it thick and very stable to stitch. I love serendipitous craft discoveries like this.

green horse

First, I cut a paper stencil of the horse and attached it to the fabric with re-positionable spray adhesive. Then I brushed undiluted acrylic paints on with a stencil brush. I outlined the shape in dark brown embroidery floss, using backstitch.

Now I’ve filled in the horse shape using two strands of DMC floss and an allover blackwork pattern, with little cross-stitched squares in iridescent thread. I tried to farm some of the work out to cheap labor, but that didn’t work out—he kept trying to eat the thread spool.

I hope to finish the book covering today. I’ll be adding a mane and tail in fine running stitch lines. Haven’t decided what to do on the spine or back of the book, yet, but I’ll be keeping it spare and simple…clean lines, trying to emulate Scandinavian fabric designs, and using a palette of only neutral colors from hereon.

Miri’s last journal, which I also made, is nearly full, she tells me—she needs her new tagebuch, stat! Hope she likes this new one; it’s very different from “Postcards from The Archipelago”.

So back to work, despite the disgruntled worker’s labor strike and disruptive tactics.

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