Tag: artist book
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M.I.A.
Going A.W.O.L. from the studio can be a very good thing—especially when this is the destination. I’m here to spend some time with these folks, for the sake of this. But the “work” part of my trip is done now, so I spent today up here. And tomorrow I’m leaving for home, but I’ll be…
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Living history
A composite of two image flats from the book. Anyway, after a good, long run, my Local Conditions exhibit is closing tomorrow afternoon, and this week I’ve been revisiting some of my favorite images from the book. This one always gets me thinking about how much a city can change over the course of a…
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Turning the page
This might seem a little strange, coming from me, but the New Year’s resolution at the top of my “art” category is to draw more. I mean that I’d like to spend more time with my sketchbooks—with everything else that happened last year, there just didn’t seem to be a spare second for observing the…
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Local Conditions
I’ve been hemming and hawing about how best to share this thing with you. Even with Sarah’s excellent photography, it’s just a lot more difficult to explain how it works when I can’t hold the book out into space and demonstrate in real time. It’s a problem with every artist book out there—an interactive sculpture,…
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Gallery gauntlet
I know I’ve made quite a fuss over my new artist book, but while all my energy has gone into putting that one out into the world, one of my older books is also getting some more time in the limelight. Photo by Nathaniel Willson This fall you can find The Faery Gardener on display…
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Grand opening
Photos by Sarah Christianson The show is all set up, and the book is officially out in the world. Many thanks to the enormous crowd of folks who descended upon the opening last night—and to my amazing friend Sarah Christianson for providing every kind of emotional and practical support I can think of.
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The big reveal
It’s getting harder and harder to keep the secret these days—the Rainier book is almost done, and I’m just dying to show you. But I don’t want to ruin the surprise for T-town, so I’m going to keep it under my hat for just a little longer. But after over two years of being under…
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Nose to the grindstone
Lately I’ve spent nearly every waking minute of each day with my face an inch away from the drafting table. Let’s step back, and stretch out a bit. My studio is often a sea of papers—an occupational hazard—but these days the swells have consisted of pencil snapshots for my Mt. Rainier book. Dozens, and dozens,…
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Flock
I’ve been sitting on this post for months now—it’s just that after spending so much time hunched over this project, I needed some time off from even thinking about it. But now I’m ready to talk birds again. From left: Cedar Waxwing; Steller’s Jay; American Avocet; Purple Martin; Tufted Puffin Eighteen months, twenty-five birds, six…
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Memento mori
One of the things I used to do with Bampa is visit the colonial graveyards tucked away in every corner of New England. On this trip I only had time to visit a couple, so I picked my two favorites: the Old York Burial Ground in York, Maine; and the Granary Burying Ground in Boston.…