The Spirit Bird, 2014 - 5.5x8”, cut paper, acrylic
A few months ago I was commissioned by Pitt Press to do a cover illustration for and upcoming collection of short stories. I was particularly excited to get back to some papercutting which I hadn’t done in a while. Plus I got to research and illustrate 8 birds, including one of my new favorites, the Yellow Wagtail (seen in the middle).
Unfortunately, this iteration of the cover won’t actually be printed. I was asked to rework the cover so that it is pretty stripped down (essentially just some of the birds and the ribcage). It’s a bummer, but I’m still proud to show the original piece, so here it is!
Had she asked, I would have found a way of explaining that I had simply taken cover in her words like a child snuggling under a grown-up’s blanket in the middle of a cold night. Borrowing your words, to burrow in your world, in your blanket, Clara, that’s all. Because they explain everything and they explain nothing, because, much as it hurts me to say it, there’s greater truth when you breathe than when I speak, because you’re straight and I’m all coils, because you’ll dash through minefields, unblinking, while I’m stuck here in the trenches on the wrong bank.André Aciman, Eight White Nights (via grammarofgrief)
Did I want him to act? Or would I prefer a lifetime of longing provided we both kept this little Ping-Pong game going: not knowing, not-not-knowing, not-not-not-knowing? Just be quiet, say nothing, and if you can’t say “yes,” don’t say “no,” say “later.” Is this why people say “maybe” when they mean “yes,” but hope you’ll think it’s “no” when all they really mean is, Please, just ask me once more, and once more after that?Andre Aciman, Call Me By Your Name (via queerbetweenthelines)
What never crossed my mind was that someone else who lived under our roof, who played cards with my mother, ate breakfast and supper at our table, recited the Hebrew blessing on Fridays for the sheer fun of it, slept in one of our beds, used our towels, shared our friends, watched TV with us on rainy days when we sat in the living room with a blanket around us because it got cold and we felt so snug being all together as we listened to the rain patter against the windows — that someone else in my immediate world might like what i liked, want what i wanted, be who i was…..Call me by your name - Andre Aciman (via chrisinbrussels)
Her life had been made up of disappointments, she told him, looking into her glass, most of them the result of foolishly falling in love.The great James Salter (via socialsurvival)
Suddenly, though she had grown up living inside it and knew it in every weather, she longed to go back as one longs to hold a certain book again though knowing every phrase, as one longs for music or friends."Light Years" by James Salter, pgs 215-216 (via mondeencouleur)