this is the charming city of siegen, germany. this winter was my third time in siegen and every time, i am amazed by how agreeable it is. the houses all look like lego pieces. i will send this illustration to our nice friends there.
now that the abysmal wretchedness of this semester is over, i am happy to start working on my own projects, and a few things for nagging friends. i ordered a five-piece blank nesting matrёshka set, direct from the russian federation. they arrived today, in very happy condition. if they had faces they would be smiling, i am sure.
continuing in that manner, this idea of a quiet aesthetic. there was something italo calvino wrote in invisible cities that i think about often: "the foreignness of what you no longer are." this is more like the familiarity of what i never really was.
this is a new - and sudden - direction for me, one that i am very excited about. memories of places from childhood, real or imagined. old apartments with soviet era interiors, crooked and crumbling communal flats, rainy window views of rooftops, radiators, parquet flooring, wallpaper, leaks and exposed pipes, continuous mumbling of radio in silence, muffled kitchen conversations with black tea and cigarettes.
if there's nothing out there, what was that noise? after "virgo" in the horoscope series, the typewriter became one of my most frequently drawn objects, after "hey bird" and the rapidly shrinking elephant.
i have a big book called marimekko: fabrics, fashion, architecture about the history of the lovely finnish textile company marimekko. some of the black and white photographs from the 1960s and 1970s feature models doing mod poses that i wish people still knew how to do.
he is made from different scraps of wood, and the trunk is on a movable dowel joint, so it moves up down up down. first time working in three dimensions; i really had to consider the order of things.
a little project i did over winter break to keep myself busy in snowy ohio. i was on the verge of tears because my fingers went numb and the wind lifted just about everything. words: theodore roethke.
these scenes are based on the prologue to aleksandr pushkin's 1820 poem "ruslan and liudmila." pen, watercolor, and white gel pen on illustration board.
earl grey, on an elephant, drinking earl grey tea, in a desolate landscape on an especially dreary day. that is what i think of when i imagine the color grey.