Illustration Friday: Retro

About five years ago I found this little painted wooden figure at the thriftstore. I don't know if it is actually old or just made to look so. I love its soft, simple shapes and light, soft colors. I've been wanting to do a little illustration of it ever since I got it. Thanks to Illustration Friday for giving me the direction and focus to do what I've been wanting to do anyway.

Samuel Palmer, self-taught English visionary painter

When I look at this artist's work, I feel I could have been him in an earlier life, or I would feel that if I believed in such things, which I don't. My response to his work seems pre-verbal, so I'll let the Tate website do the talking:

"Palmer was a key figure of English Romantic painting who represented, at least in his early work, its pastoral, intuitive and nostalgic aspects at their most intense. He is widely described as visionary and linked with his friend and mentor William Blake, though he stood at an almost opposite extreme in his commitment to landscape and his innocent approach to its imagery. He had none of Blake's irony or complexity and was inspired by a passionate love of nature that found its philosophical dimension in unquestioning Neo-Platonism."

So there you have it.

Illustration Friday: Voyage

"I should like to spend the whole of my life traveling abroad, if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend afterwards at home." ---William Hazlett

I used to want to travel, and I took a few long trips when I was much younger, but now I mostly want to stay home. I vaguely thought of traveling as a spiritual, emotional, artistic quest--a way, among other things, to connect with more beauty and meaning than I could access by staying in one underappreciated place. But appreciation for my place has grown, energy to flit about has waned, and I stay happily put as the earth wheels around its sun, traveling through seasons that bring all the change of scene I want just now.

My drawing for Illustration Friday is of violets, common little flowers of spring I sketched from life. I thought perhaps they, like dandelions, had made the voyage to the New World with European immigrants, but it turns out they are native to this continent as well as to Europe. When I Googled violets to find out where they came from I was mildly affronted by these words: "violets can be a problem in shady fescue lawns." I cannot at all relate to the American suburban ideal of the smooth green lawn, free of  violets, dandelions, clover and other interesting variations. Such lawns feel sterile and unfriendly to me.

Happy Mother's Day

I found this tender image by Claughton Pellew at scribd.com.

Illustration Friday: Revenge

At a time in my life when vengeful and resentful thoughts haunted my mind, these words of Jesus helped to change my feelings. I did not suppress the resentful thoughts but used them as reminders to repeat Jesus' words to myself. After a week or so the resentment died away and was replaced by love and emotional freedom.

Claughton Pellew

Quietness of a shepherd leading his flock in the predawn cold, a passing train shedding a different kind of light from a different kind of place, soon to leave the shepherd in quiet again. From The Bookroom Art Press.

I have discovered a new to me artist, Claughton Pellew (1890-1962).  He was English, a Catholic convert, a conscientious objector who spent World War One in jail. He lived with his wife, artist Emma Tennent way out in the country, used a bike instead of a car, used paraffin lamps instead of electricity, loved rural England. He is, as far as I can tell, little known. His face in this photograph moves me. It seems to express purity of motive, sensitivity and vision.

Here are a few of his woodcuts. The next is from the blog Modern Printmakers. You might want to go there to learn a little more about Pellew.

These are from A Polar Bear's Tale.

Illustration Friday: Vanity

Vanity means not only conceit and excessive interest in appearance, but also (and more basically) emptiness, meaninglessness and futility--as in "our efforts and hopes were in vain." I tried to express the opposite of this week's prompt.

This is an image that has been rattling around in my head for awhile. I did most of it late, late last night when I couldn't sleep. I want to try it again, make it bigger and more complex, make the waves more watery, put some fruit, flowers or more birds in the tree.

Update--

Well, I just tried to upload to Illustration Friday, but I'm too late. The new prompt is already up--"revenge." I might have to do another opposite!