From Caldecott & Co.
...McCay and I serve the same master, our child selves. We both draw not on the literal memory of childhood but on the emotional memory of its stress and urgency. And neither of us forgot our childhood dreams.
A quote from McCay:
"The principle factor in my success has been an absolute desire to draw constantly. I never decided to be an artist. Simply, I couldn't stop myself from drawing. I drew for my own pleasure. I never wanted to know whether or not someone liked my drawings. I have never kept one of my drawings. I drew on walls, the school blackboard, odd bits of paper, the walls of barns. Today I'm still as fond of drawings as when I was a kid - and that was a long time ago - but, surprising as it may seem, I never thought about the money I would receive for my drawings. I simply drew them."
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11.07.2010
7.03.2010
meaning of life
I've been reading a lot of books from the library and also my own that have been sitting around waiting for me.
Including Fernando Pessoa, who is a Portuguese poet that was mostly published posthumously. I am reading The Book of Disquiet.
This is from there:
27
Literature - which is art married to thought, and realization untainted by reality - seems to me the end towards which all human effort would have to strive, if we were truly human and not just a welling up of our animal self. To express something is to conserve its virtue and take away its terror. Fields are greener in their description than in their actual greenness. Flowers, if described with phrases that define them in the air of the imagination, will have colours with a durability not found in cellular life.
What moves lives. What is said endures. There is nothing in life that's less real for having been well described. Small-minded critics point out that such-and-such poem, with its protracted cadences, in the end says merely that it's a nice day. But to say it's a nice day is difficult, and the nice day itself passes on. It's up to us to conserve the nice day in a wordy, florid memory, sprinkling new flowers and new stars over the fields and skies of the empty, fleeting outer world.
End of quote.
I think it applies to all art work.
Including Fernando Pessoa, who is a Portuguese poet that was mostly published posthumously. I am reading The Book of Disquiet.
This is from there:
27
Literature - which is art married to thought, and realization untainted by reality - seems to me the end towards which all human effort would have to strive, if we were truly human and not just a welling up of our animal self. To express something is to conserve its virtue and take away its terror. Fields are greener in their description than in their actual greenness. Flowers, if described with phrases that define them in the air of the imagination, will have colours with a durability not found in cellular life.
What moves lives. What is said endures. There is nothing in life that's less real for having been well described. Small-minded critics point out that such-and-such poem, with its protracted cadences, in the end says merely that it's a nice day. But to say it's a nice day is difficult, and the nice day itself passes on. It's up to us to conserve the nice day in a wordy, florid memory, sprinkling new flowers and new stars over the fields and skies of the empty, fleeting outer world.
End of quote.
I think it applies to all art work.
4.27.2010
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4.06.2010
too much cool in the world
sorry to waste your mornings for you!
but I can't help it!
it's love over and over again.
you know if I had a kid right now this is how I would dress her.
lookie here
4.03.2010
about words
So, I've been playing around on Goodreads - purely to kill time in that way interwebs [I've been reading this word everywhere and while I am slightly embarrassed to be seduced by the cuteness of it - there it is] allows you to, and I came across this woman who writes really long reviews - insightful, thought provoking reviews. And I loved reading them. Thought you might enjoy. Here's one for Twilight [which I actually haven't read - but have been circling - ugh guilty pleasure]. But this one for The Little Red Fish is also pretty great.
4.01.2010
Found this blog via happysilly [which I adore.]
It has lovely pictures like this one. Oh how I love Sweden.
When can we go on a trip there, already?
3.07.2010
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