Wednesday, November 28, 2007
And She Shall Have Music...
I started out by reading books of nursery rhymes because "Nursery Rhymes" is our theme. I had a good time perusing my small collection of antique children's books. There is one in particular that is inscribed "To Donald, love Mother. 1929." And it is written in a very scrawly, unsteady hand. I wonder often if that mother could even read those stories to her little son, and it makes my heart ache.
You're about to have a little insight into the ass-backward way I work. I pick a title first. For my first selection I chose "and she shall have music wherever she goes." As I thought about it, I imagined a woman emerging from, or whose body contained a band organ, calliope type machine, and she would be drifting across a starry desert. Delirious, illuminated in music. I really liked a picture of a stack of hat boxes beginning to lean, and I thought she should have that sort of vertiginous tilt. I set about sketching.
Here is my little studio, I've pasted some good source photos up on a piece of wrapping paper and duct taped it next to my easel. I get a lot of pictures from Architectual Digest. Wonderful stuff, that.
And here is a gratuitous shot out of my studio window of our pretty maple tree. It really needs to be topped and shaped soon. It's a bit wild.