No.105
It hits me, often, how articulate people can be without words, and how art and creativity can touch the most inherent and ancient parts of a human, the ones that we stumble over, repeatedly. A painting for example can leave you feeling held up, held together and held closely like nothing else can, and as more and more is written and realised and published on the subject of our self-inflicted planet destruction, I think it is probably, certainly, increasingly necessary and important to draw ourselves together with pencils. You think that tripping over that protruding pavement slab left you feeling unsettled? Wait until you run into the truth.Â
WORK-RELATED NEWS:
Eating the Sun was featured in Parade magazine, the weekend before Earth Day. I didn't know about Parade, because it is a magazine distributed inside Sunday newspapers in the US. But, as it turns out, it is put inside over three hundred different papers, and has a circulation of 32,000,000. Hopefully, the people who leaf carefully (or not carefully) through the Sunday paper also have a desire to learn about planet matters.
In other work news, the chapter lettering and illustration adjustments for the upcoming German edition of Eating the Sun are a small fraction away from being complete, there are some whispers about a Russian edition, and it is difficult to break open enough time for thinking about new ideas—I continue to feel a small (perhaps a medium) overwhelmed by the beauty of a blank page.
THIS WEEK I FELL IN LOVE WITH:
Work by French artist Philippe Charles Jacquet (if you live in New York, you can view his paintings in a current exhibition at the Hugo Galerie).
What makes you think you're the one? What makes you think that you're not the one? Why wouldn't you be the one? What makes you think that you might be one anything at all?Â
The end.
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