May 2004 Archives

fred flintstone

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This is me, probably in 1968. Easter. But the most important thing in the photo is Fred. Fred was a chocolate sprinkles pot. I remember Fred well, I remember how he felt, and the sound of the sprinkles, coming out of the vertex of Fred's head. I found this photo while searching through back up CD's for some completely different pictures I need as a reference for my next job. I have an enormous archive of childhood slides, I should scan more of them, they're quite enchanting. Smoking wasn't frowned upon yet, back in 1968. My brother got tobacco as an Easter present.

Luna snail mailed me a lovely little work of art, thank you!!

James Jean

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Brace yourselves, lots of links today. I found James Jean in Clandestina, a very interesting online illustration zine. His own website is worth browsing too, especially if you like sketches and journals. And if you're interested in the carreer side of illustration, one - two interviews, he even talks about napkins in the first one. Very short summery: born 1979 in Taiwan, grew up in New York, lives in Los Angeles. Makes super yummie work.

napkin

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Joe says (in yesterday's comments) that I could draw on a napkin. I'm flattered. It made me think of the hilarious lyrics of the Bob Dylan song "highlands". I had the CD, but Piffin ruined it. She had a weird taste of music back when she still threw them between her barbie junk.

Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!"
I say, "I would if I could, but,
I don't do sketches from memory."

"Well", she says, "I'm right here in front of you, or haven't you looked?"
I say," all right, I know, but I don't have my drawing book!"
She gives me a napkin, she says, "you can do it on that"
I say, "yes I could but,
I don't know where my pencil is at!"

She pulls one out from behind her ear
She says "all right now, go ahead, draw me, I'm standing right here"
I make a few lines, and I show it for her to see
Well she takes a napkin and throws it back
And says "that don't look a thing like me!"

I said, "Oh, kind miss, it most certainly does"
She says, "you must be jokin.'" I say, "I wish I was!"
Then she says, "you don't read women authors, do you?"
Least that's what I think I hear her say,
"Well", I say, "how would you know and what would it matter anyway?"

"Well", she says, "you just don't seem like you do!"
I said, "you're way wrong."
She says, "which ones have you read then?" I say, "I read Erica Jong!"

So funny, I even bought an Erica Jong book on the fleemarket because of this song. I didn't read it though. Like the bottle of fabric softener I didn't use. That I bought after reading I.M. by Connie Palmen. So confess, in the comment box! Did you ever buy something because of a book or a song?

pencil

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Yesterday's post with Nils Karsten's drawing had a contagious effect on me. My pencil just felt really good today. There are annoying disadvantages to drawing on paper though, my hand is always in the way. And the light is always coming from the wrong side. I've grown used to my Wacom tablet. But just so that you know, if all computers break down, I won't despair. I'll take a pencil.

homecoming

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It's about time I show you something different than my own stuff for a change. This incredibly sensitive, complex and lovely work is by Nils Karsten, I found him through Fallon and Rosof, who upload so much art on their blog it's hard to keep up with reading. I'm having a home making day today, my whole house is clean, and Otger is coming back from a week in Holland later. Bringing along four friends for dinner. So it's dining and drinking tonight, mmm.

flirt

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A topic I illustrated before. In Holland everybody seems to be flirting via text messaging. Do you flirt through text messaging? I want you to confess in my comment box, I nééd to know. I wouldn't know myself, I don't even own a cell phone, when I need one, I borrow my daughter's cell phone. But I keep illustrating the phenomena, while loving my new sketchbook, as you already noticed. The tea bag is a prize I won at Joli(e)'s blog, I am really proud. She snail mailed me the tea bag.

Make sure you visit Toronto Illustrators!! Amy uploaded our first gallery, a whole bunch of my Dutch friends participates too.

cars

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I'm not too fond of drawing cars. I am a girl. But I do make an effort.

thunderbolt and lightning

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Very very frightning. I'm going to unplug the computer as fast as I can. (I started sketching the next portrait, they are becoming quite popular it seems)

arnon grunberg

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Holland's undisputed star author Arnon Grunberg wrote an article about Joyce Roodnat, chief editor of the art section of NRC Handelsblad. And yours truly illustrated. You could say I am stress resistant. Sometimes being 6000 kilometers away is such a great thing. On top of everything I had to do a lot of revisions on this one, we experienced some miscommunication. I blogshowed you the development of this drawing, but I did the revisions that led to this in secret.

I almost forgot to thank Peter for the photo...

snow

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First we went to the AGO, to see the Rodney Graham exhibit. And although Graham is probably really big in Canada, I didn't see "it". Maybe I am just too female for so much lonely male romanticism. Then we visited some galleries I won't even mention. Then the gallery building on Richmond Street. A lot of very sympathetic art, lacking just a little bit of "it". And then we suddenly stumbled on "IT" in capital letters. In a narrow hallway even, that's why the photo is at a weird angle. Michael Snow. They're street banners for an art project in 1994, they were sold from the AGO museum shop, and when they ran out of them there, they were stolen from the light posts. Snow already made these walking women in '69, they are sweeping and absolute images. I wonder where the guys at TBWA\Chiat\Day got their idea for the ipod adds.

For my Belgian readers: In 1967 Snow was the winner of the Fourth International Experimental Film Festival in Knokke-le-Zoute.

shameless

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Since I have my first very own promo card, I am suddenly interested in other people's promo cards. I am a self centered person doing self centered things. Anyway, I've done it. I've sent my card to New York, San Francisco, Washington, Seattle, Philadelphia, Dallas, Boston, Baltimore, Atlanta, Chicago, Vancouver, Toronto... I'll keep you posted. Why am I telling you this? Because I decided that my blog ties everything concerning my vocation together into one big Gesamtkunstwerk. Hey, I'm going holistic (not). I want to get the "how" I do things closer to the "what" and "why". If self promotion is an act of art (or an act of fiction or amusement or pedantry or anxiety or fretfulness or quandary or vacillation or faltering or averseness or procrastination or qualm) I feel better about it. Grant me that.

And an addendum for confused visitors: this is George Reeves and this is Christopher Reeve.

promo card

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At laaaaast my card is ready. Next question. What am I going to do with one thousand self portraits?! I went for a haircut today, I made sure not to turn out too different from the card. It feels so ridiculous, this whole self promotion business, but they say it's the way to go about it. And of course, now that I want to concern myself with self promotion, I have three jobs waiting in line. That's also the way it goes. If you happen to know of someone that you think I should indubitably send a card to, please let me know.

radio

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Every time I visit a flee market I see things I recognize from long ago. If I was that kind of artist, I would collect them and reconstruct my parental home. I bet you I could do it. We didn't own anything out of the ordinary, everything from our kitchen utilities to our furniture is there, at flee markets and garage sales. But the internet is a bit like a flee market. And I don't even have to carry what I find. So today I imitate Bie, with his category "devices I used to know". This is my old radio. It's a model of the very futuristic (1966!) Evoluon, the Philips museum for technology in Eindhoven. I remember secretly listening to this radio in bed under the blankets. I had to go to bed insanely early, so I read with my bed lamp under the blankets too. A bed lamp I see at flee markets and garage sales all the time.

nutella

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So much for breasts week. This is a spinner that came with a jar of Nutella I bought at Loblaws today.

please walk on the grass

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Eamelje has a great entry about breasts today, he even found a tutorial. Everybody knows I am the queen of drawing breasts. What a bummer this drawing has got really sophisticated ones. I thought about posting a different picture today, but I do like the sequal. Oh well, I will think of something about breasts, don't worry. Michiel wants me to proclaim this week "breasts week", following Cockie, who had her "typewriter week". In Dutch they're similar: "typen-week" and "tieten-week".

The picture is finished by the way. It'll be in next Saturday's newspaper I hope. And after that on a cookie jar near you :-)

friends

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I'm getting there. Some more details, changing some colours and contrasts, and I'm done. I have two more days to spot mistakes. I am colouring while listening to three hilarious hours of friends that I found through Tom Moody. The very last episode, stretched to fit a three hour radio show. Very relaxing. If you want to feel completely stoned or drunk on a glass of warm milk, listen. And do a relaxing craft like I do, knit a sweater or play tetris. It's sooo strange, after a while, it's like it's supposed to sound like this. Anyway, it's much much much funnier than watching the show.

landscapes

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Of course I (we!) are overdoing it. We allways overdo everything. But we are having great fun, believe you me. Please read Michiel for the rest of this story.

woods

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If you go out in the woods today,
You'd better not go alone.
It's lovely out in the woods today,
But safer to stay at home.

No, this is not Teddy Bear's Picnic. This is where I am for next week's newspaper. I have a lovely long deadline this time, which allows me to take lots of breaks, that help me keep a fresh look on what I am doing and my nerves under control. 28 degrees today, so I am in and out of my garden all the time.

miffy

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An auction house in Haarlem is going to sell original Miffy drawings. I read it in the NRC. Illustrations for the very first two Miffy (or Nijntje, in Dutch) books, 1955 and 1957. The seller is anonymous, and Dick Bruna is trying to prevent the auction. High bids from Japan are expected. I wouldn't be at all surprised. Maybe Dick Bruna will bid himself, in secret. The Dutch magazine Quote that -like Forbes in the US- annually publishes a list of the richest people, estimates Bruna's wealth at € 42 million (almost CAN $ 69 million). Great carreer choice, illustration.

summer in the city

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And ready again. Somehow my work seems to get done so much faster since I am blogging about it. Good thing that I hurried this one up, because the next job is waiting. I get to illustrate an article by my favourite writer! And I am not telling you yet. He writes about a woman and I have to portray her. Boy am I lucky, she looks a thousand times better than he does. They both have curly hair, but all similarity stops there. I found a tv interview with her. And Michiel knows how to make screenshots from real player.

bonnet

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Yesterday struggling with shoes, today with hats. That's the way it goes. I am trying to kill two flies in one strike. I have to do something I am supposed to keep confidential, and something with bathing suits for Toronto illustrators. I am going to combine them, since they're both more or less self promotion.

Michiel found this website. Free viewing of 450 art films. Stunning. Saul Steinberg, after that you're breathless for three hours. The part where he draws all the people in the streetcar, wow.

Update on the mouse in the dishwasher: Michiel bought a tin cat (ideal for damp environments!) yesterday, and we have caught three mice already. Otger set them free in the park.

shoes

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I have drawn him new shoes. According to Erica, last time I drew him "bordeelsluipers" (brothel creepers). I did not, they were brogues. Now I have drawn him loafers. It suddenly dawned on me that he wears loafers. An illustrator must know everything, even about shoes. In Don DeLillo's novel Underworld, Nick, the narrator, is sent to Jesuit school. His teacher asks him to name the parts of his boots. Nick fails to mention the tongue. "You didn't see the thing because you don't know how to look. And you don't know how to look because you don't know the names."
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typewriter

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Cockie has declared this week "week of the typewriter". So I -a two finger typist- can't stay behind. Though I never even owned one. Nowadays it is completely acceptable to learn how to type, a sensible idea even. My children learn to type. When I was young (...) learning to type was uncool. It was for girls who would end up in office jobs. After all, it is not chique to know how to serve food with two pieces of cutlery. If you can do that, you're a waiter.

queen street

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As promised, I walked by the Courtyard again and posted a different picture. (The temporary picture was just a photo I found on the internet) I didn't take my camera with me yesterday, too stupid. We went to the printshop with the design for my promotional postcard on a CD. At last, I've been beating around the bush for ever with this bleeding card. And suddenly we saw some very VERY Dutch photos hanging on scruffy parking lot walls. So I went back, it looks more interesting now I think, with a little Toronto surrounding the Amsterdam hooker zone. Quote from the Amsterdam-Toronto-Fest flyer: "The Netherlands is (shouldn't that be *are*?) known for its liberal views. Experiments in social design have led to the establishment of a new type of red light district - the drive-in brothel. The photographs of Dutch photographer Gertjan Kocken show these unique locations which facilitate a concrete reality for the commercial sex trade to inhabit". What an inviting place, the Theemsweg...

love

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Republic of Love artists Shary Boyle and Paul P., along with columnist Sasha and art historian Alexander Nagel held a panel discussion at the Power Plant last night. What I found amazing -and I even said so in public- was that everybody in the panel focussed on love in the passionate sense. Maybe that's just because in the English language there is hardly any distinction between "love" and "in love". They were only talking about the "in love" state. And at the same time they were being very resentful about the commercial media and art exploiting all of these wonderful feelings, turning them into commodities. I was particularly incensed about that because they took Elisabeth Peyton as an example, and I love Elisabeth Peyton. I think that the panel was not so different from these maligned commercial media. Like in Hollywood movies and cheap novels, they were only interested in passion and exitement, the moment the hero and heroine find each other it is "The End". And so much love happens after that! Corny perhaps, but true. Romantic love can turn into attachment. Although, according to Alexander Nagel, testosteron levels keep men from attaching. It's a widely neglected topic, no wonder people don't learn to attach anymore. And don't forget babies! All that infatuating passion is a vile biological trick to make us have babies! And speaking of love! Love for babies is ten thousand times as strong as romantic love, even though it's attachment from day ONE.

cover

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The publisher sent me the Tim layout. The colours are hidious, but that's just software I hope. The graphic design in the book is partly great fantastic and tasteful. The title page is a masterpiece. After all, the graphic design has been done by a very well known designer. I have serious doubts and concerns about a couple of pages however. I emailed the publisher about those concerns, but it's probably too late anyway. The book is coming out in August instead of May. I hope and pray it will look good.

couple

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The husband. I might start all over tomorrow. I am quite blind now, I can't see if he's any good. I'm quite satisfied with her though. They're on holidays anyway, so I can risk blogging them. They won't see it.

The shoes are wrong. I am definitively going to give him different shoes.

diary

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Last week Marcellus Hall kept a diary for Slate. An illustrator in the real world. About rush fees, revision fees, sketching in public, clients that don't pay, phonecalls with art directors, entering contests for money, and a lot of eating and drinking and bicycling through New York in between. If I would write in the same way about today, it would become a very dull blog entry. Loading and unloading the dishwasher (I have a mouse living in it!!), vacuuming, changing sheets, hanging laundry, cleaning the bathroom, and having a big pot of Bolognese simmer for three hours, so at least the house smelled like good food instead of detergents. And I went to the supermarket and the post office. My envelopes allways turn out to be over standard size. They are standard size in Europe, I don't throw away enough. So I allways end up paying too much for stamps. I will never get rich.

arty sunday

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We went to the Harbour Front Centre to see Nick & Rhya's robot in motion. It moves funny, like an ape almost. I felt like tapping the glass to make it move more.
Then we went to see Cloaca in the Power Plant. Somehow I have allways managed to miss it in Belgium. Probably because we lived three streets away from the S.M.A.K. Unfortunately it was neither feeding nor shitting time. Maybe in it's fourth version, Wim Delvoye can make Cloaca mate as well.
Picture above is from Toronto's centipede Shary Boyle. Also in the Power Plant. As most interesting inhabitant of the Republic of Love.

I lost

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You can see how I discretely wore the orange poloshirt over my shoulders, while executing my face painting task. Which was an almost impossible task, with just cotton buds and dollar store quality paint. I did however manage a royal decoration on Michiel. He was proud. (update: he had me remove his photo!) My other customers were happy as little children with flags and tulips on their cheeks, oh my. There are huge differences in cheeks I noticed. The firm ones were great as paint surfaces, but some were very soft and elastic, much harder to paint on.
I also participated in a painting contest. Because KLM put up two tickets to Amsterdam for the winner. I did a hilarious Beatrix. Of course I should have won. But jurors and judges are very conservative, the tulips won first prize. I was a juror myself last year, very frustrating. A European union contest organized by the Greek consulate. I was the Dutch juror. I couldn't convince anyone to choose the best drawing. Their considerations were so incredibly anecdotal, they picked some dull thing with maps and flags. And ignored the lovely mythical Europa and the bull drawings.
The party was fun, by the way.

More embarrassing party wear (via growabrain).

And encore! From Joli(e) in the commentbox.

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