NEWS
CHRONICLES of an illustrator
RUINS
A few months ago, a colleague and I were discussing topics – my colleague is an archaeology graduate, active in the art field, both old and new, therefore scientific and disciplined, two qualities which I don’t posses – so the interest we both find in common subjects...
NOTHING CHILDISH ABOUT CHILDREN’S DRAWINGS
1922, London: Edmund Dulac, pen in hand, is not inking an illustration, but writing an introduction. Impossible to guess at the exact circumstances surrounding the encounter of Edmund Dulac and an exhibition of children’s drawings that took place in London the year...
DEAR GANDALF,
I’ve been meaning to write for some time and have finally resolved to do so following your recent escapade in Paraguay. (I do realize that it was several years ago, but I only just found out about it a couple of weeks ago.) We need to have a talk. Now, we’ve had a...
TRANS-ATLANTIC NOCTURNE
“With The Night Mail: A Story of 2000 A. D.” by Rudyard Kipling Surprises are usually found in the most unlikely places (Otherwise, they would hardly be surprises, would they?) The other day I stumbled on an unusual set of illustrations by Frank Xavier Leyendecker....
BLACK CATS, STILL LIFES & CLOUD MAKERS
The Astonishing Fantasy Art of Nelly Littlehale Umbstaetter Serendipity is a wonderful thing; on occasion one’s eye is snagged by a chance image, opening up a whole new world. It happened to me a year or so ago, when I stumbled on the work of Nelly Littlehale...
ILLUSION’S FAR COASTS – THE ILLUSTRATIONS OF RUTH HAMBIDGE
A couple of years ago, I bought a book entitled The Coasts of Illusion, written by a certain Clark B. Firestone, published by Harper Brothers Publishers, New York & London, in 1924.[1] It is a curiously inspired book, given that it seems to be only time that the...
INTO THE WOOD
"Out of our deepest memories come the forgotten forms of the past, given new life by the living sentience of an ancient and eternal forest." - Robert Holdstock ‘How heavily That old wood sleeps in the sunshine; -- not a leaf Is twinkling, not a wing is seen to...
THE MEMORY OF TREES
THE MEMORY OF TREES The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and by these I shall not regulate my proportions; and some scarce see Nature at all. But to...
VERY BEST WISHES FOR 2014
Well, it would be an understatement to say it’s been a busy year. It seems each project is barely done when the next is clamouring to be undertaken. Everyone involved in the Hobbit worked very long hours to get it finished. There is still another one to go, and that...
PAINT YOUR DRAGON
Well, it's out! DRACONIS, from Templar Publishing, has arrived. I spent a busy few hours signing several boxes of them (thanks to the very kind person who did the unwrapping and re-wrapping, otherwise I'd still be at it) and they are all ready to go. The Weta Cave has...
PICTURA DRACONIS & THAUJEEGB
DRAGONS, DRAGONS EVERYWHERE There are times when you blithely take on a job thinking that it's just a matter of doing it, forgetting that with the day job, any extra work is, well, really a whole lot more than you planned. However, when it's done, and when the 5 or 6...
ENTER FRAME LEFT
Ohakune, 6 a.m., all energies bent on filling up gas tanks (unleaded) and stomachs (flat white and long black). As always, I find myself entranced by the seamy neon underside of the wee hours of civilization: fitful tube lights, amateur signage (Eat. Food. All Day.)...