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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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The Goddesses of Small Things

It's A Group Show!

“And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside.”

― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

Got an invitation for ya!

The Goddesses of Small Things is a group show featuring 10 Darwin artists, working in miniature.

The invitation itself was put together and photographed by Marita Albers, who then had the invitation printed as photographs—which I thought a stroke of genius, as these glossy, ‘snapshot’ invitations have a very different feel to the standard printed postcards typically used: that sense of the simple pleasures that fill our everyday lives…intimate, somehow, more personal…and delightfully, endearingly DIY.

It’s intimidating and exciting to be among some of Darwin’s most formidable artists at this show…these ladies are household names in the NT, their work visible not only in most art lovers’ homes, but in many prominent public spaces, as well.

Most of the goddesses have some sort of online presence—please have a look at their respective blogs and portfolios to get an idea of their work.

Sandra Kendell  ♕ Ingrid Gersmanis ♕ Mel MacklinAlison Dowell ♕ Natasha Rowell ♕ Marita AlbersKate FernyhoughEmily HearnKaren Roberts

Hey, hope to see you at the show opening this Friday!

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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.

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Good for Nothing: A book launch and exhibit

Lots of people in Darwin have seen Kris…he’s mainly known as “that bearded guy that rides everywhere on a weird bike”. People have seen him carting ladders, or a dozen loaded crates stacked up into pyramids, or whole trestle tables, on his home-built recumbent bike (he’s secretly proud of the way he can transport almost anything on his bicycle), and have come across him riding as far out as Humpty Doo, or Litchfield, or out in the Tanami Desert…with rubber thongs on his feet and just a sleeping bag and a jug of water in a milk crate on the back.

What most people don’t know about Kris (because he keeps very quiet about what he does…he is the embodiment of “the cat that walked by himself”, his own person) is that he pours 70% of all his living energy into projects that have no obvious purpose, nor promise any of society’s conventional rewards.

Hours of each day are spent on whatever his current obsessions may be; Kris doesn’t merely squeeze his passions into the gaps of “free time” left over after a boring ordinary work day…much the opposite, Kris squeezes a little bit of boring, everyday life into whatever gaps are left after he has spent the best part of his day on weird or wonderful projects to please HIMSELF.

He approaches his projects with the discipline and focus that most people reserve for jobs they are getting paid (or somehow rewarded) to do. I have seen him spend many, many hours over a period of 12 years or so, researching and cataloging the mythical, fantastic, unusual beasts/creatures of every culture…sorting them into groups, and then making a small painting of every single one. It’s all been compiled into a handbound book with carved teak covers, handwritten pages, illuminated majuscules, gold leaf, and some 170 original paintings; it is known in our household as Teratologus. A few of our friends have seen the book, but it is not something he talks about or passes around easily. It’s not that it’s a secret, but that it represents too much hard work and…dare I say it?…love, to be exposed to people who would never understand such a project.

Questions like “What’s it good for?“, or being told that “You are very privileged and lucky to be able to live your dreams,” are sad and disappointing. Some of the best things in life aren’t “good for anything”. And as we don’t have much time on this planet to do all the things we want to do, we’d rather not waste our precious minutes trying to explain creativity, imagination, or living without imagined fears, to people who, themselves, aren’t good for much more than criticism and worry. We feel sorry for you, but we can’t help you.

Recently, Kris has been into bicycles. Specifically, bicycles in Australia…not the bicycle as status symbol or state-of-the-art lifestyle wank…but the bicycle as a simple machine that has changed very little, essentially, over the centuries, and is one of the most energy-efficient and accessible modes of transport, loved the world over.

He’s spent the past three years researching the topic. He’s built 5 recumbent bicycles over time, and made two trips from Darwin to Port Augusta, and to Broome, on his home-built bikes. He wrote a book about his trips, research, the philosophy and practicality of human-powered-versus-fuel-consuming transport, of slow-versus-fast transport, of boxed-in-versus-in-the-open transport, and the different mindframe a long-distance cyclist develops…a sort of Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, for bicycles, called Bicycle Dreaming.

After four days of hard slog on the Gibb River Road in the Kimberley, WA, during the heat of the day, I was looking for a shady spot to hole up for the afternoon when I bumped into this marvellous billabong. I propped “Kraken” against a spindly tree on the side of the road and waded into tall grass. 50 metres in I discovered a clear patch of water with sandy bottom and rocky ledge. I was parched and tired. I sat down under the first tree at the edge of the water, had a feed, long drink and a short nap.
I had a leisurely scrub and rinsed my clothes….I spread the rags on hot stone shelves, had another swim, and settled myself in a cool spot. The sun was far too high in the sky to climb back into the saddle; I had plenty of time, and I started scribbling about bicycles in my notebook. I was going to write about interesting things and marvellous places, about great and crazy people, and their legendary exploits, all of it in one way or another connected to bicycles. I was going to describe how I see the world and how it affects me.
At that waterhole in the Kimberley I was at peace. Every half an hour a dusty 4WD would roar past, windows rolled up, rattling their way over the corrugation as fast as their suspension would allow, looking dead ahead,…oblivious to the countryside. Some of them noticed my bright red bicycle leaning against a tree, but none of them noticed the waterhole I was sitting at. They came here to see the country, but their cars made them blind.

—excerpt from Bicycle Dreaming by Kris Larsen

He made a lot of drawings for the book, in pen and ink, and because he was in the mood, painted up a dozen large posters about bicycles, too…loosely based on the old bicycle posters of the early 1900s, but with humor and a wilder imagination.

We held a book launch and exhibit of all Kris’s bicycle-themed works at the Darwin Visual Arts Association yesterday evening. Was so surprised by the numbers of guests who turned up—thanks to all our good friends, who were so supportive and made the evening a busy, talkative, enjoyable one.

We hope you enjoy the books and the artwork that you took home, may they inspire you to never settle into a comfortable, lazy life of non-doing…may they  awaken you to the fact that Making Your Dreams A Reality has nothing whatsoever to do with Having Enough Money, or Being Entitled, or Being In The Right Place, or Coming From The Right Social Stratum. That’s bullshit.

Possessing a dream is all the entitlement, ability, and birthright you need to make it happen. Stop telling yourself lies because you are afraid. Do it now...it is later than you think.

urban snails follow each other down a wide highwaythat has collapsed, and drop one by one into the sea

Kris’s new book, Bicycle Dreaming, is available within Australia via his website.

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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…

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Yay! Fun!

Och! I am having so much fun, holed up all the rainy weekend in this little floating room, it almost feels reprehensible. The little last bits of hesitation have disintegrated, and I am fully engaged in this playful creativity now. The characters walk in unbidden—barn owls and lacy underwear, heart-shaped doilies and stripey socks—and all I have to do is find a spot and draw them in. This is always a fantastic place to be, and I am savouring every minute of it.

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On beautiful days like this…

there’s nothing Aussie men like better than to ‘get loose’ and go fishing! Hope they caught something, at least; they were fishing next to our boat for hours.

My favorite bait to catch a barra or some threadfin salmon is a twenty-dollar bill, works a treat, I get one every single time.

In El Nido we used to eat fish all the time…the fishermen living down the beach from us would send their kids over every morning at 5:30 with whatever they had caught. Often Kris and I would draw the fish before cooking it…Kris was more diligent about this. There was something romantic and old-fashioned about compiling our own Natural History of the area we lived in. Here are some pages from Kris’ journal of the time:

orange fish (!?)
Lapu-lapu
Parrot Fish
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