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Saturday, September 25, 2010

The Stolen Child - William Butler Yeats

WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.

Listen.

Forbidden Planet

Forbidden. A word that I struggle with maybe?
Well I promised to explain a little about why this store, "Forbidden Planet", is my favourite store in London.
EVERY time I am in London, I make a point of visiting it, at the very least once.
Go check it out ... Link
Being able to go there fulfills a childhood fantasy a little. Every time.
The reasons for my loving the store are probably fairly obvious. It's really about the art.
As a child, I used books and comics as a means of escape. I would hide in a room / closet / forest / fort / abandoned building / garage / rooftop and read read read. I guess I have never grown out of either and still have a sincere and deep love of both books and graphic novels. Over the years my appreciation for the art within the comics lead to the urge to create it and in truth, that is where my art dabblings really began.
A handful of geeky friends I made over the years shared that passion, and in fact, at the age of 16 a couple of us even produced and self published a quite successful underground fantasy comic, called Cozmic, which was quite successful. We dreamed of being able to access work like the art available in this store, relying instead on what we could beg, steal and borrow in the very conservative and limited "old South Africa".

The influences of comic art, particularly from comic artists and cartoonists such as Vaughn Bode, Jim Murray, Sean Philips, Simon Bisley and many others (especially those from 2000AD and Heavy Metal) never really left me and, now that you know that you may notice even today, the rather stylized and graphic nature of a lot of my work (cartoon zebras?).  I guess I've never really stopped trying to escape either.

Anyway ... can you see the influence?
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Here I am -

Well, after what turned out to be a 24 hour trip I arrived in London, as usual not having had more than 3 hours sleep over the previous 3 days and having watched movies back to back for the full duration of both flights; groggy, tired and rather dishevelled, I rushed through to Earls Court to setup, and then fled back to Tonbridge Wells to aquaint myself with our "local office".  Love it!  I must say, I used to dislike London and the surrounds, but the city has grown on me over the many times I have returned. The things that used to annoy me I find endearing and the things I used to enjoy I now take delight in.
Today we were up very early to catch the train in to prepare for the day's show. A long hard day, including a harrowing television interview (which I felt I fluffed, but amazingly didn't) meant tired body, and sore feet and mouth, but a satisfied feeling of job well done too. Then straight through tonight to my favourite shop in London ... Forbidden Planet!
Tomorrow I'll tell you what appeals to me so much about this particular store.  ;)
Goodnight ... I'm crashing.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

London Calling

Monday afternoon I fly to England for 8 days.
Can't wait to go back to the National Gallery ... and to the Tate Modern.
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Friday, September 17, 2010

Tuesday, September 7, 2010