Below are two examples of Historia cards completed lately. There are a couple more in the “Historia” album on my Art Galleries page. Also complete (or nearly) are several commissions – I hope to show them later today or early next week! And I have tons and tons of sketches for some new personal work (concerning mostly my Unicorns) that I hope to do soon.
Benjamin Franklin (due to time allowed for set cards, limit to how much detail can be rendered is limited) – 2.5 x 3.5 inches
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“Tobacco”-size cards – 1.5 x 2.5 inches:
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S. (Ship of Theseus) by Doug Dorst and J. J. Abrams
And now the Fangirl thing… Well, on my off-hours (the few that exist, lol), I’ve been reading a new book. Not just any book, an honest-to-goodness hardcover book. And not only that, the spine is sewn, not glued!! (pretty sure, at least) I haven’t seen that in several dogs’ ages…! And it smells like an old book. How they did that, I’ll never know.
The book is a story within a story within a story… you get the idea. (I’m only 22 pages in, as of this post) And not all the stories need to be followed, if you really don’t want to, but following them (or, at least, trying to follow them!) is half the fun. There is the story of that is in the book, in normal old-book print, which so far tells the tale of a man living at the beginnings of electricity, who doesn’t know who he is at the moment.
Then there is the tale of Jen and Eric, who communicate with each other through the margins of the book, and through numerous inserts (photocopies, photos, cards, etc) into the pages of the book. Then there is the mystery of who the author of the book try is. And probably more, I’ve only just started.
Why do I bring this up? Well, like millions of people, I love books. I’m a big fan of ebooks also (got my Kobo Aura recently and love it), but I grew up in a house that had a living room packed with books. ALL the walls had bookshelves, and there were books of every subject. I know intimately what the smell of an old book is. Once we are old enough, the discovery of libraries and second-hand bookstores is… well… it is unavoidable. And with that is the introduction to writing in the margins.
I still haunt those old bookstores when I find them, which is much less often than before. And to find a book that someone has written in is like discovering a new world. It’s wonderful.
I’ll surely post again at one point about this book. If anyone else is reading it, let me know!