I don't keep it much of a secret that I love the band Dinosaur Jr. This drawing contains lyrics from the song "Plans" off their 2009 LP Farm. It is probably one of my favorite drawings I've ever done, and to be honest it probably took me the shortest amount of time to complete compared to the rest of my drawings. This drawing was probably made while listening to that song 4 or 5 times.
When I look at this drawing, it really makes me feel, once again, that stinging poignancy, the doom of overwhelming vastness;it makes me feel again the absolute realization of smallness next to that looming thing in the universe that was right above my head, all of the time, burning some relentless, unforgiving glowing light into my face.
And somehow, simultaneously, this drawing also has some serious peacefulness about it. I don't think I could ever sell it.
Friday, September 7, 2012
Dear Salvatore (a tiny book project)
Here are a few shots from a small watercolor book that I made as an homage to my father and Willa Cather.
The passage is from My Antonia (1918) and I had initially copied it into my journal after reading it for the first time; I found it to be a really beautiful way to deal with one's feelings of peacefulness with nature and also thoughts about death. The passage is edited slightly, I left out a few words so it would fit better in the book layout.
Without going into too much emotional detail, the copy of My Antonia that I have belonged to my father. I didn't come across the book until years after he passed away, but I knew he was a fan of Cather's writing. As I read My Antonia, I understood why. His own publication, The Ride to Pleasant Grove, contained a passage of Cather's. My Antonia, as well as other stories of hers that I have since read, are simply full of passages that stand alone in their eloquency and absolute truths about human kind.
So, I decided to make this tiny book as an ode to Cather's timeless writings, and as an ode to my father. Some part of me believes that writing words on paper opens up some sort of heavenly portal of communication between those living and not.
The passage is from My Antonia (1918) and I had initially copied it into my journal after reading it for the first time; I found it to be a really beautiful way to deal with one's feelings of peacefulness with nature and also thoughts about death. The passage is edited slightly, I left out a few words so it would fit better in the book layout.
Without going into too much emotional detail, the copy of My Antonia that I have belonged to my father. I didn't come across the book until years after he passed away, but I knew he was a fan of Cather's writing. As I read My Antonia, I understood why. His own publication, The Ride to Pleasant Grove, contained a passage of Cather's. My Antonia, as well as other stories of hers that I have since read, are simply full of passages that stand alone in their eloquency and absolute truths about human kind.
So, I decided to make this tiny book as an ode to Cather's timeless writings, and as an ode to my father. Some part of me believes that writing words on paper opens up some sort of heavenly portal of communication between those living and not.
The Dear Salvatore Books
The aforementioned "tiny book project" is now complete. Let me know if you want one, there are a limited supply.
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