This essay is dark, filled with triggers, and hopefully some light and love.
I shudder, hearing every log that falls;
No scaffold could be built with hollower sounds.
My spirit is like a tower whose crumbling walls
The tireless battering-ram brings to the ground.
It seems to me, lulled by monotonous shocks,
As if they were hastily nailing a coffin today.
For whom? – Yesterday was summer. Now autumn knocks.
That mysterious sound is like someone’s going away.
from “Song of Autumn” by Charles Baudelaire
trans. by C. F. MacIntyre
I try to find meaning in all events. It is a foolish thing at times, I know. Our brains were molded to find meaning and, in the absence of clarity, imagine patterns in the chaos. A wonderful man died a year ago. I write in 2016, a year filled with events I wish he was still here to experience. I’ve been picking at the emotional scabs formed over the hole his death left in my psyche. What has come oozing out is a painful mixture of love and loss. Continue reading
The big, beautiful Shelob.
A garden orb weaver spider has spun a web near our backdoor each year since we bought our home. They are most likely the offspring of the previous year’s spider. Most people would find these quarter-sized arachnids unnerving and want to banish them from their property. I’ve come to think of each as a tiny guardian keeping unwanted bugs from entering our home. I even turn the porch light to attract meals. Of course I give each one a different name, first was Alice, then Aragog (the fact that Rowling made the ancient spider male always upset me, Aragog should’ve been female), and this year, Shelob. Continue reading
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Historically sexist images of the Muse aside, is the personification of creativity a helpful construct? Ray Bradbury seemed to think so in his fourth essay of Zen in the Art of Writing, “How to Keep and Feed a Muse.” The essay continues to unpack his theory that memory and the subconscious are the primary engines of our creativity. Unlike his earlier essays, here he speaks in more practical terms on how a writer, or creative person in general, can find, feed, and keep their Muse. Continue reading
Illustrations for chapter one. It’s all about our bones.
In the introduction to the book, which was also in the sales copy, I had the main teacher/adult show her muscle, nerve, and skeletal systems. I’m running with that trope.
Coloring takes the longest for me. It’s partially my fault for having such a loose/unclosed line style. I can’t easily use the paint bucket tool to color huge areas, I need to make sure I’ve blocked off all the smaller areas into which it can bleed. I will probably need to change my style in future to get these done faster.
The next six weeks I will be working on Human Movement for Nomad Press. It looks like a fun book for folks who want to know how our bodies move and the study of kinesiology. I will be posting my work as I go. For chapters two and three I will post my line work only, just to change it up.