"Worn Road" by J. J. Lankes

I'm in Williamsburg, Virginia and stumbled on a few woodcuts by J. J. Lankes in a used and rare book store. Lankes was an American printmaker associated with the Arts and Crafts Movement and influential in establishing woodcuts as a legitimate fine art medium.

This isn't one of the images I saw in the book store today, but I decided to write about it because it spoke to me the most about what I've been noticing while being here in Virginia. This being a region of the country known for English settlement and the founding of the United States, I keep noticing the trees, the roll of the land, the billowing clouds up in the sky. Basically the grandeur, the beauty, and the threat of nature. We've had both warm days full of sunshine and storms with thunder and lightning this week, which heightens my awareness of the natural presence. My thoughts drift to thinking about the Native Americans who had long ago come to know the land and how to survive, contrasted with the settlers who had to learn (and quite often perished in their attempts.) Knowing the last few centuries of history of this land, the air somehow feels thick, and the ground feels more dense.

To get back to Lankes's print above, I love how the horizon cuts at meandering angle. I can imagine feeling jostled and bumped as I ride over this road. I can feel the wind pushing the big, puffy clouds across the sky. I love how the trees are darker and bigger than the human structures, and even the big, chunky leaves of plants in the foreground seem to suggest a persistence and strength of flora. I feel the people here are somewhat like fleas on a dog. We can survive happily, but only with a little luck and at the discretion of that on which we ride. If we spread too much, try to take over, we're asking for trouble.

An illustration by Alan Bold

This image is from the book Stuff and Nonsense by Walter de la Mare, with illustrations by Alan Bold. I discovered this image along with many other wonderful prints by bold at Will Schofield's blog 50 Watts. 

The tiny man runs, but a giant bird with war paint, a spiky crown, and great, heavy feather of a tail is over top. The man is as good as caught. The bird is so giant, the man so minuscule, but without a third, true-to-type variable, I cannot figure out who is unnaturally re-sized.

Another part of my brain niggles at me. It must be an illusion, it insists. The bird is in the foreground, and the man is far away. Yes, that must be it. After all, look at the pole or tree the bird is perched on sideways. Does it not seem to be in front of the rolling plain? I turn my gaze to the bottom, left corner, and I am convinced. But I glance back at the bird and man, and I still feel charged by the thought of imminent kill.

What is the story here? I suppose I'll have to get my hands on the book, or be satisfied with the unknown. In the meantime, the man in the moon smiles. Is he entertained by either the chase and the impending casualty or the trick being played on the viewer, or is he oblivious and beaming at some other show?

Lisa Toth's "Bunny"

Image posted with the permission of the artist. View and purchase more of Lisa Toth's prints at her Etsy store. 

Had I not happened to glance directly at her, I might have never noticed her there, neatly couched in a bed of grass. Does she know I'm watching? Would she run if she did? I wonder, too, if these life and death games of hide and seek are taken in routine stride, or rather, an insurmountable barrier to a life of total bliss. I wish I could tell her that I'm no owl or bobcat, no threat to her rest and playful romps. Her nose twitches. Her ears lay back. I walk away at a casual pace.

"Going Fishing" by Sue Scullard

Image posted with the permission of the artist. More about Sue Scullard and her wood engravings can be viewed at her website here.

Flowers surround the cat. Flowers that grow slowly. Flowers that bend and shiver gently in the wind, and whose subtle fragrance permeates the air all around. The cat is poised on the water's edge, watching. Ready. The water oscillates, but only slightly, from the breeze and some movement below. Movement carefully observed by the cat. Moments pass by at a silent, steady pace. The flowers appear still, but are growing and releasing their lovely scents. Patience is all.

Cats A-Z: L (Lolcat)

"Lolcat" 
Woodcut
6" x 8" (paper) 4" x 4" (image) 
Oil-based inks on white Subi paper 
Artist's Proof 
Available for purchase here. 

I'm going for ironic pop culture reference here. For those who don't know, a lolcat, or cat meme, is normally a photographic image of a cat combined with text for the purpose of humor. 

Cats A-Z: O (Oscar)

"Oscar (Death Cat)" 
Woodcut
6" x 8" (paper) 4" x 3" (image) 
Oil-based inks on white Subi paper 
Artist's Proof 

This is the new entry for "O": Oscar, known also as the "Death Cat" for his ability to predict when residents at the Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center were going to die. He was a resident therapy cat who would stay with patients who died hours later. It is suspected that the key to Oscar's ability to know patients were dying is his smelling ketones, or chemicals which are released by dying cells. 

Cats A-Z: C (Chase No Face)

I am revising some of my Cats A-Z selections. Here we have a new entry for "C."

"Chase No Face" 
Woodcut
6" x 8" (paper) 3" x 4" (image) 
Oil-based inks on white Subi paper 
Artist's Proof 
Available for purchase here. 

Chase was badly injured in an accident as a kitten. Though she is now a perfectly healthy cat living a normal life, her face is still seriously disfigured. Chase's owners maintain a blog and facebook page where they post photos and stories of Chase's daily life. She has attracted a considerable following on the Internet and has become an inspiration to many people who are also seriously disfigured.