The music and dancing was almost all irish this weekend, which I love, but the music that stirs my imagination is gypsy/balkan/eastern european. That is the sound I hear these guys making. The cat is a sublime fiddler, but is pretty good on accordian too. She travels from village to village all over Europe playing with musicians she meets along the way.
The Tall Man is another recurring character in my imagination, as are his small slightly foolish friends. I started this sketch a month or so ago, and just had the Tall Man standing there holding a rag. I wasn't satisfied with that, so I erased the rag this week and was happy when the ladder appeared and the little people started climbing down it. It may sound precious to talk about characters and objects appearing without my agency, but that is the closest way I can think of to describe the exprience of doing these drawings. Sometimes I do start with an idea that I then execute, but usually the image evolves more unconsciously.
This sweet dead girl is a key character in a picture story I did. I am always suprised and offended when people think she is creepy. The birds know that she is purely innocent and joyfully curious about life. How she came to exist between life and death I don't know. Yet.
OK, her dad is a little creepy. He is the Stranger, and he is as curious about death and loss as his daughter is about life. He has a wicked sense of humour, a bad temper, and a huge mischievious streak.
It looks like another busy week ahead, I hope to spend sunday in the studio.
See you next week,
Daniel
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