Showing posts with label fairytale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fairytale. Show all posts

Monday, March 29, 2010

Featured

Three of my fairly recent pieces are featured on Antique Children: A Mischevious Literary Arts Journal. I was completely unaware of this journal until I was approached to have my work featured within it. However, I was very happy for the introduction since just in the art section alone I've discovered so many great artists that were previously unknown to me. Antique Children features diverse artwork from various genres and styles, yet there is something subtle underlying almost every piece selected that unifies them. It's difficult to put my finger on, but there is almost universally a lovely eerie, unsettling quality about all the included imagery (I'm pleased to consider that most of my own work also falls into that category). Of course, as a literary journal they also feature a great host of articles, poetry, short stories, etc. I'm very honored to have some of my pieces chosen to appear within its digital pages and I hope you'll take the time to visit.

Several months ago I was asked to contribute the online periodical dedicated to all things faerie, Faezine. (It's very strange to me to be asked to contribute a piece of written rather than visual artwork for publication. I've always enjoyed writing and did well in classes where essays and reports were required, but I've never actually considered myself a writer. I do tend to have rather distinct [read: opinionated] views on Faery and art so if my writing is not the best it will hopefully at the very least provide a unique perspective.)

My first article, Hidden Faery Tales, appears in the Winter 2009 issue. The version included in that issue has been slightly edited from my original (perhaps for the better?) and you need a subscription, which is free, to view it in its entirety. I would definitely recommend taking a few moments to subscribe though since there are many valuable articles to ponder on Faezine. I'd really appreciate some feedback on my article if you happen to be so inclined.

Monday, July 24, 2006

The Loonatiques

Loonatique

5/9/2006
Since my childhood, it has been an annual tradition for many of the men in our family, namely my father but also other members including my uncle and grandfather, to take a sojourn to Ontario, Canada for week of fishing (and likely a fair share of beer-drinking). On his way home my father generally picks up gifts for my sister, my mother, and me at a duty-free shop near the US/Canadian border. My mother and sister have asked him to bring them back typical souvenir fare: keychains, sweatshirts, etc. Although I have received such items in the past as tokens of his trips north, I never asked for them myself.

However, every year I present him with a request, and after all these years this request has yet to be fulfilled. Perhaps it will never be.

Each year I ask my father to bring me back a Loon (Gávia ímmer) feather. { In a strange way, my request mirrors a similar one made by the youngest daughter in the classic Beauty and the Beast tale. When Beauty's father sets out on his journey, his two eldest daughters requested fine jewels and gowns, reminders of their former affluence. Beauty requests a single rose, "Since you have the goodness to think of me, [...] be so kind to bring me a rose, for as none grows hereabouts, they are a kind of rarity." }

Despite the number of loons that dwell around the lakes where my father goes fishing, he has never been able to locate even a small feather to bring home with him. I suspect that someone must collect stray loon feathers in the wavering hours between twilight and dawn. These mysterious figures venture out after the last small lights have returned to the docks but before the earliest riser casts his first line - an in-between time.

The loose sketch above accompanies this text in my paper journal. After paging through a collection of Remedios Varo's work, which shelters all sorts of delightful OwlWomen and other feathered shape-shifters, in the school library, I was reminded of the loons. I hope that one day this will become a fully-fledged image, but for now it is simply germinating in my humble sketchbook/journal.