Showing posts with label whales. Show all posts
Showing posts with label whales. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Alphabet Soup Nr.2




What better way to learn the alphabet than looking at pictures of animals?
Enjoy this new hodgepodge of different styles and techniques.
And for the previous collection, click here


Andrew Zuckerman, Creature ABC

 

Jurg Klabes, ABC mit Tieren, 1958, via Curio Books

C.B. Falls, The Book of ABCs, 1923



Gwenola Carrère, ABC des petites annonces

Françoise Seignobosc, The gay ABC, 1930, via Curio Books

Anushka Ravishankar and Christiane Pieper, Alphabets are Amazing Animals

Jean de la Fontinelle, Alphabet, 1940s, thanks to Words and Eggs


 Lois Lenski, My own ABC book, thanks to Q is for Quilter

Bittersugar Print, letterpress alphabet

Brian Wildsmith, From A to Z Teaching Cards, 1974, thanks to Jill Casey

 Seymour Chwast, Still Another Alphabet Book, 1969

Alice and Martin Provensen, A Peaceable Kingdom: The Shaker Abecedarius, 1978

Anne Rockwell, Albert B. Cub and Zebra, 1977

Walter Crane, The Noah's Ark Alphabet, 1871-72

Fritz Eichenberg, Ape in a cape, 1953, thanks to The Art of Children's Picture Books

David Frampton, My Beastie Book of ABC, 2002, thanks to Black and White

Eileen MayoNature's ABC, 1944

Jean de Brunhoff, ABC of Babar, 1936

Friday, January 6, 2012

Lisa Congdon




Lisa Congdon is a talented fine artist and illustrator based in San Francisco. 
I have posted a few of her artworks before, and have been wanting to feature 
some more. These chilly January days seem like a great time to do so,
since her pictures warm me up like a good cup of hot cocoa.


While her work explores a variety of media and styles, 
it always expresses a great love of nature. 



You can find Lisa Congdon's art on her websiteflickretsy shop and blog,
while her love of collecting found a creative outlet in the immensely popular blog
 A Collection a Day, which is now also a book published by Uppercase.





If you want to learn more about Lisa you should listen to this podcast interview
by Meighan O'Toole, curator of the great art blog my love for you
which also featured a lovely series of photos of her studio last year.




The recent show Boreas was inspired by Congdon's love of barren landscapes and 
by her viewing of Heimaa beautiful documentary about the Icelandic band Sigur Rós.
I really enjoy this exploration of wildlife, arctic whiteness and colorful folkloric motifs!




Wednesday, January 4, 2012

White Whale





To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. 
No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, 
though many there be who have tried it.


(visit the link for more Moby Dick-related artworks)

Aside from those more obvious considerations touching Moby Dick, which could not 
but occasionally awaken in any man's soul some alarm, there was another thought, 
or rather vague, nameless horror concerning him, which at times by its intensity 
completely overpowered all the rest; and yet so mystical and well nigh ineffable was it, 
that I almost despair of putting it in a comprehensible form. It was the whiteness 
of the whale that above all things appalled me. 

Tristan Lowe, Mocha Dick

Robert McCauleyMoby Dick Chapter 42, The Whiteness of the Whale

But not yet have we solved the incantation of this whiteness, and learned why
it appeals with such power to the soul; and more strange and far more portentous- 
why, as we have seen, it is at once the most meaning symbol of spiritual things, nay, 
the very veil of the Christian's Deity; and yet should be as it is, the intensifying agent 
in things the most appalling to mankind.



All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; 
all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; 
all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, 
were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby-Dick.




There she blows!—there she blows! A hump like a snow-hill! It is Moby Dick!

Mark Summers, thanks to Stevereads




An old, old sight, and yet somehow so young; aye, and not changed a wink 
since I first saw it, a boy, from the sand-hills of Nantucket!
The same — the same! — the same to Noah as to me.


George Klauba

Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; 
from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. 
Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! and since neither can be mine, 
let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, 
thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!

Tom NeelyAnd I only am escaped alone to tell thee,


Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; 
a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, 
and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.

All quotes by Herman Melville