SCBWI prompt 24: Close Your Eyes. I got a little carried away with this illustration of my wild girl, Florence, who grew up with a family of foxes. I’m doing a children’s book illustration course with @ninarycroft, using a wonderfully creative manuscript by @bwcook72. I worried that I’d feel constricted by the manuscript, but Ben has crafted a story that leaves room at each page for the illustrations to complete the story. Much is left unsaid, like a play without stage directions, a play without the performance. That is the genius of picture books - without the pictures the story doesn’t make sense. The illustrations are a visual language that plays an active role in telling the story...
Recently, I’ve acquired a deep appreciation for the power of words. I was always aware of what words could do but now more than ever I understand what words are and what they are capable of.
Words are not just sounds or symbols on a page. Words carry emotions of joy, sorrow, hope, pain, love and loss. And when received by another, they not only come to understand what you are saying but every surge of emotion felt by the conveyer is induced within the receiver.
When people talk about sharing their experiences with another through stories and words, this is what I believe is really meant. The words and conversations we exchange with each other, they change us. They can inspire us. They do change our sense of consciousness and our understanding of who we are and our place in this existence.
Of course, writing, speaking and storytelling is an art. It is creative and boundless. In its essence, it has no rules of what can be said and how things can be said. It’s not just the choice of words but also how we string them together. And the more we master the art, the better we become at connecting with other people and sharing a part of our consciousness and experience with them.
Words, as common and everyday as they may seem to us, hold a hidden magic. And if those words were used in a certain way, they would be very powerful and wondrous tools for change indeed. 🦋
Next up: VOLTA NY from 7-11 March. Booth D09!
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Richard Koh Fine Art (Kuala Lumpur, booth D09) spotlights Hasanul Isyraf Idris at VOLTA NY 2018. Through vibrant narrative compositions, the Malaysian artist conveys a compilation of tales harvested from his childhood around the fishing industry of Pulau Pangkor, filtered with a contemporary and globally resonating context. Awarded the Young Contemporary Arts Award from the National Visual Arts Gallery (Kuala Lumpur), Idris has exhibited widely throughout Southeast Asia.
image: Hasanul Isyraf Idris, ‘Intense Light to Cause Lena’, 2017, Watercolor, ink, colored pencil, and acrylic on paper, 61 x 91.5 cm. /// #voltany2018#armoryartsweek @richardkohfineart #kualalumpur @hasanul_isyraf_idris #malaysia#contemporaryart#pulaupangkor#narrative
About a year ago, I created a self portrait narrative for my BFA gallery show. The series is all about who we are and who we will become. It was a piece I used to express the changes I had gone through the year before and for the gallery show anniversary, I wanted to add another image because we are always changing and growing, just as this piece will continue to grow. This image represents the last year—I’ve come to accept and be comfortable with who I am; even though the world can be cold, I’ve found my warm little corner. Wow, I’m definitely not a writer. I hope my emotions are visible to you in my work.
I saw Black Panther this week, and man was it great! I've always loved the character - and everything Jack Kirby did. Born Jacob Kurtzberg in 1917 in the Lower East Side, Kirby is one of the most important comic book artists of the century - and my dad was his lawyer in the 1980s. Kirby created most of the characters we go to see in the movies these days - X-Men, Fantastic Four, the Hulk, Black Panther, the Avengers, and much more I'm not mentioning. Along with Joe Simon, he created Captain America and drew him punching Hitler on the first issue in 1940 - before America entered the war. He himself fought in the war as a scout, serving with a diverse group of Americans, using his drawing skills to sketch enemy towns and positions - even liberating concentration camps. Jack was always a champion of the little guy and all that was good and right, so it was sad to see how he got taken advantage of the great corporate comics machine. He never got the rights to his characters, and died in 1994 but these days his name is in the credits and his family is taken care of. The Black Panther movie embodied the spirit of Kirby - fantastic designs, believable and individual characters, a tragic villain, a moral compass, and dynamic action. I loved how characters showed strength by peaceful resolutions and how nuanced everything was. I think Kirby would have been proud. He said he created the Black Panther because he saw how under/misrepresented African-American readers were in comics in 1966, and I'm sure would have been excited to see the casting of the movie. Kirby was always trying to do something new - that was his motto. Of course I loved that Stan Lee's cameo was of him stealing something. Every year my dad goes down to San Diego Comic Con to speak on a tribute panel about Jack's contributions to the comic world - I'll post more in July! Until then, enjoy some of Jack's Black Panther artwork, a little cartoon from Will Eisner about Jack standing up to the mob, and Cap punching Hitler. #comics#kirby#drawing#narrative#storytelling#joesimon#characters#blackpanther#captainamerica#design#action#perspective#color#willeisner#illustration#comicbooks#jackkirby
I've never been afraid to get lost & when I wander these neighborhood streets where the names have no meaning to my memories, I need nobody again. My poetry changed once I stopped writing for them & started writing to remember. Less details about the panting dogs on a leash, the headlights gleaming shiny against the wet pavement, the moonlight cutting through bare-branch trees, the grown men making drug deals in the school yard across the street every hour on the hour. Because I will never forget the way the mild Texas nights still chilled my bones like clanking spoons wrapped up in muscle; I will never forget just how friendly strangers are when you are being where you want be but still finding parts of it so painful. & it's difficult to feel ready when I am still my own small child, afraid of the shadow monsters, clinging my cheek to the back of my own knee, begging myself not to step into the sticky weather of what's next but peeking one eye out to see what's coming. I have always known to still look it in the eye, tempted to meet my tiny hands with the heavy-veined wrists of the villain. That what lies in the darkness, placing bets on safety & blood & bones, the thing calling out ferocious into the depths of the night: it is also me, too.
“Have you been shedding your sins, your layers, your certainties? Gone are fixed identities and definite opinions! Keep casting those shackles aside, even if you fear you are releasing too much and then, perhaps, you shall cease to exist! You shall only cease to exist as you have known yourself to be thus far. Another emanation of you awaits, blazing angel! Something more beautiful and true.
Yet here you are at the pruning stage, like a gardener for the soul. Shall the garden spring back to life, or will the enthusiastic denuding process be rather too much an unintentionally kill off the garden altogether? Fear not. Your soul is made of hardy stuff. It can handle a lot of culling and will shine even brighter for it.
There is a greater story to be impressed upon your essence than the one you are currently dreaming up. Though you are brilliant – no doubt about it, my angel of love – there is one who is even more so. The imagination of this great writer is beyond our comprehension; the stories that pour forth from that cosmic poet in every moment are so rich they inspire the creation of art and music.
One such story is especially created for you. Yes, you. With a starring role and all the best supporting cast! You shall gasp in wonder, awe, glee and delight when you hear it! It is a great romance, a great adventure, with an ending truly spectacular and divine. Would you wish to hear it? Become attentive now. Put your own tales aside, as dramatic as they may seem right now, and prepare to be entranced by the greater storyteller, the living poet of love, as you are entranced in a tale of your unfolding divine destiny.”
-Daily Angel Oracle Card: From Nothing To Everything, from the #RUMI#Oracle Card deck, by #AlanaFairchild#excerpt#angelseries#selfportrait#narrative#photography#creationstory#curtain#veil#fearnot#thecreator#inthegarden#beauty#love#life#truth#source#divinepartnership#everything#withallmysenses
I wasn’t sure what I was hoping to accomplish here. Did I want him to see just how annoyed I was? Did I want to wipe that presumably adorable smirk off his cloaked face? Did I want to make the Best Sushi Ever out of him? Without real plan, I raised my sword. Katana. “Whatevs” – it’s sharp.
“Time to fight, Ninja!”
He raised his professional-grade yanagiba and booped it against my Katana.
“Boop,” he booped.
“That’s not funny,” I seethed. “Defend yourself!”
“I can’t defend myself. I have no excuse…. Boop.” (And I can’t believe he booped my blade again.)
I relaxed my stance a bit. Could he be apologizing? Suddenly, my polar bear maki-rolled between us and stood up at full height. He roared at Ninja. I interpreted this as, “If she’s not going to take you down, then I will!”
Oh my Gomoku-zushi… this has gotten way out of hand. What will my polar bear do?
OPTION A: Get some wine…
OPTION B: Take me home!
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its been so warm lately i almost forgot it was still winter - but spring will he here soon ☺️ new batch of birthday blooms getting finished up today and will be going out next week ❤️#iwantthatmountain