My mom, Kathleen Knox, is now offering her novel Blood Will Have Blood for sale for Amazon's Kindle. It is "a modern retelling of the tale of Hamlet the Dane... with vampires." Just in time for Halloween, and priced right at $2.99 - check it out!
Of course this is being featured on my blog because I designed the cover with a woodcut. I wrote about the woodcut itself on a earlier blog post here.
I love woodcuts and I make woodcuts. On this blog I write about woodcuts I love and woodcuts I make.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
"Kensington" by Robin Zebley
Image used with the permission of the artist. More about Robin Zebley and her work can be viewed at her website and her Etsy store.
She slips out of the shadows, a narrow opening between two weathered wood planks reminiscent of barns. But this is a city cat. Not that it matters all that much... the life expectancy is the same. Thick, matted hair protects against the unpredictable and extreme changes in weather. Light feet and wily eyes always on alert for deadly dogs and potential prey.
The structures of cities, just as those of the farm, will eventually crumble and decay. So much more quickly do living things die. We are all but ghosts, slipping into this life for a moment, then passing away, like a stray cat who appears in a darkened corridor, then darts back into the black abyss, never to be seen again.
She slips out of the shadows, a narrow opening between two weathered wood planks reminiscent of barns. But this is a city cat. Not that it matters all that much... the life expectancy is the same. Thick, matted hair protects against the unpredictable and extreme changes in weather. Light feet and wily eyes always on alert for deadly dogs and potential prey.
The structures of cities, just as those of the farm, will eventually crumble and decay. So much more quickly do living things die. We are all but ghosts, slipping into this life for a moment, then passing away, like a stray cat who appears in a darkened corridor, then darts back into the black abyss, never to be seen again.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
"Fixing Wires" by Lill Tschudi
It's a good day to be outside. The heat of summer has run off and disappeared like a stray cat down the alley. Just enough clouds to take the edge off the sun's glare, and a cool breeze to stave off bugs and clear out car exhaust and other bad smells of the city. The sort of gentle wind that moves like a kid on a bike cruising down a quiet, residential street. A wind that makes music as it blows though tree branches covered with leaves that are just beginning to turn yellow and brown, and the narrow spaces between buildings. A good day to be a garbage collector, mail carrier, or electrical worker fixing wires.
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