Sunday, April 28, 2013
Here's an awkward man baby drawing for this month's theme for Friends Who Draw (Awkward children/ Ugly Babies). I know everyone who has a baby for the most part thinks it's the cutest thing on the planet, but I was talking to a friend recently who told me there is baby in her church that is just NOT CUTE. What do you do? Say every other praise for the child except for the physical traits it does/ does not have I guess.
There are more important things I suppose. ;) But even ugly babies in my opinion are cute in their own way. I just think babies in general are so awkward and strange. One day I'll have one of my own, but until then, I'll just keep drawing them like this.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
I was approached by Brittany Watson Jepsen of The House That Lars Built to do an illustration of Lucille Ball for this fun interior designed by Jessica Williams, who works as the global display coordinator for Kate Spade. We collaborated our expertises, and came up with this lovely post today.
I love working with creatives like these two- lots of talent here!
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
I love this photograph of Virginia Woolf. Isn't she beautiful? Supposedly she used to be a model for Pre-Raphaelite painters, including Edward Burne-Jones. She married Leonard Woolf, who was Jewish, and it was said their marriage was one of strength and happiness. They had a very special bond with one another. She had several mental breakdowns throughout her life, and had to be institutionalized- though her work never ceased for long. At the end of her life, she fell into her last and deepest depression. Her London home had been destroyed during The Blitz, when Germany conducted strategic bombings on the UK during WWII, she was in the middle of writing another script, and her latest book, a biography on a deceased friend, had not been received well. It was hard on her, and made her unable to work. On March 28, 1941, she filled her coat pockets with stones, and walked in the River Ouse, where she drowned. Her body wasn't found until almost 3 weeks later. She left this note for her husband which broke my heart:
Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that—everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.
It's interesting to read about someone so incredibly good at their craft, to let it all go in one swift act of suicide. But mental issues are that painful sometimes. Despite her tragic end- V.W. left us with some priceless works- I'll be dedicating some time to reading them. Here's a quote of hers that perhaps could have been useful at that time:
You cannot find peace by avoiding life.
And it's true.