I went into this with delusions that I'd make a beautiful, heirloom teddy bear -- old-fashioned and soft mohair and shiny glass eyes. But when I set to work, this funny little guy is who I ended up with.
Not exactly the perfect Winnie-the-pooh bear I'd imagined, but a bear nonetheless.
A bear with his own charms & his own striped trousers.
We just returned from London (and a side-trip to Paris) & there are things I want to share from the trip. I also need to finish posting the last few Eleanor pieces.
I'm living honeycrisp apple to honeycrisp apple and the smell of woodsmoke hangs in the air and there are heaps of pumpkins at the grocery store and talk turns to ghosts and baked things and sweaters and the call of the woods gets so loud and around it all, that ambery light.
Is there a more enchanted month than October? The more I'm around, the more I find out that it's nearly everyone's favorite. And it's mine too.
Tin House* is a quarterly literary magazine, a preserve for written things: wildly imagined things, wryly observed things and unclassifiable things, poems and stories and oddities by beginners and big-timers all bumping elbows. Accessible, fresh & a really pleasing size to hold in your hands, they also have some very beautiful covers. I'm happy to be a part of this issue.
I actually have always thought, since my teenage days working at the defunct suburban music chain, Wherehouse Music, that a "standie" (as we called them) was the pinnacle of achievement. Putting together complicated, instructionless cardboard displays, I thought "Only very important things deserve this rigamarole."
Only people like Bob Dylan and Stevie Nicks had standies.
I can't believe that there is a standie to hold the Dream books. Taping the cardboard head back onto Bob Dylan in 2002, I never could've guessed.
This gem is from Babar & His Children. I think it makes it into all-time-favorite children's illustration territory for me.
The text is also great, in a Babar-ish way (it begins "Three seconds in which to act -- and no gun!") but I think it's a such a perfect three panel story all on its own. What cold heart could resist a baby elephant encountering a crocodile while floating in a bowler hat?
I have never had a mailing list before, but I want to be able to let people know when something big is in the works or about to be released. And I get so many emails asking about how/when original work is sold, and though I will always post new work (and when it will be available for sale) here, the mailing list will keep you in the loop:
1. I put almost every kind of rose I have in a jar and brought it to a friend. 2. Jude the Obscure is one of my favorite novels & also the name of a floppy, faded peachy English rose. 3. Josiah called them Power, Corruption & Lies flowers and that made me happy.
(I am working on some new paintings I'll share soon - in the meantime, The Flower Channel!)
June is so gracious. I go out into the garden every day and usually come back with a jar of something. Then I marvel to Josiah (who listens for the hundredth time) about how it all happens, about how it feels like Aladdin's cave out there, about the delicate and temporary riches of flowers.
I can't ever get over it - they're just out there, with almost no help at all, working their magic. Somewhere underground, something says ABRACADABRA and the garden makes things so beautiful and voluptuous and fleeting your eyes turn into hypnotic spirals.
The roses are blooming their hearts out and it's the last of the foxgloves and the beginning of the bellflowers.
Sometimes you will find you need a Thomas Hardy paperback, an old tea tin, some military die-cuts, a piece of sari silk printed with elephants, and cat stickers. Maybe you also need some notecards printed with hundred-year-old images of Multnomah Falls.
If you need these things (or a tin wind-up toy or a 1960's beaded sweater or a book of photobooth photographs or some previously-unknown-to-you perfume from Imaginary Authors) there is only one place I know of to go, my favorite store: Flutter.
There are lots of places I love here, but this place is special, the best-possible version your imagination's dress-up box. I remember the first time I visited, maybe seven or eight years ago. One look & I was done-for (you can watch a video on their website that gives you a tour of the shop, although it is a restless creature & always changing its feathers and colors and finery.)
If you visit Portland, you should wander into this giant jewel-box -- just know you will almost certainly leave with a collection of strange & beautiful clutter.