"Dancing Spirit" by Nikkie Wilson

Image used with the permission of the artist. More about Nikkie Wilson and her work can be viewed at her website here.

Arms up, stick in hand, wobble back and forth like a rocking horse. Face fanned out to catch more sun. something wild exists in the reverberating asymmetry of this child, this beast, this tropical tree-spirit. He stands immersed in rusty reds and sandy yellows, while sparks of turquoise ring out like the unseen Cardinal's call above the forest's baseline hum. What does he think as he laughs and runs and waves that stick? Or is he simply a blind force in the rushing, passing moment?

"I want! I want!" by William Blake

Oh, if only it were that easy, to prop up a ladder against the crescent moon. A naked child, climbing up through the burlap sky to nap in the moon's curvature. So much quiet and calm, with only doting parents and a handful of stars to watch on.

Alice In Wonderland, paragraph 121

8" x 12" (image) 10.25" x 15" (paper)

Water based ink on Stonehenge paper

Available for purchase here.

I created this woodcut illustration for paragraph #121 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland as part of the Alice Project/What is the Use of A Book Without Pictures. This is a project where a variety of artists illustrate Lewis Carroll's famous children's tale paragraph by paragraph. This is my second illustration for the project, and I wrote more about it here.

To give a little context to this image, Alice has been speaking with the Caterpillar and here she mis-recites "You Are Old, Father William" for him.

Paragraph #121 goes as follows:

‘I have answered three questions, and that is enough,’

Said his father; ‘don’t give yourself airs!

Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?

Be off, or I’ll kick you down stairs!’

Michael Hepher's Cat in a Window

Image reposted with permission of the artist. Michael Hepher also wrote about this print on his blog here.

I don't know how many times I've walked past a brick, row house in the city with a cat in the window. The experience is so common, like roadkill. If I see roadkill, and I'm on foot, and I'm in a contemplative mood, I can't help but ponder my own mortality. Likewise, when I see a cat in a window while in a similar mood, I can't help but feel reminded that I'm surrounded by homes with real people who live in them. People with real lives and dramas all their own. Maybe the cat is all alone, enjoying a bit of quiet, because everyone is at work and school. Or maybe there's an old lady inside watching reruns of the Cosby Show on TV Land. Maybe someone is inside crying because their favorite aunt just died, and the cat is in the window oblivious to, or purposefully ignoring the expressions of grief. But someone lives there. Someone feeds that cat, and pets it, and loves it.

"The Storm is Coming" by Antonio Frasconi

It's early spring, been pouring rain all day with no sign of let up any time soon, so this image is most appropriate to write about today. This is a particularly captivating woodcut by Antonio Frasconi. The girl runs through the rain, away from the heaviest part of the storm, which hisses at her from the upper, left-hand corner. The swiftness of her movement is emphasized by the foreshortening of her back leg and two raised points in the back of her skirt. It is as if she emerges from another world where some invisible creature is trying to pull her back. Who is this girl (woman?) and where is she from? (I assume girl since she is smiling as she runs, though her face looks older.) Her outfit is clownish with her jagged-edged slip, mis-matched patterns, and clashing red top with pink skirt. She shields herself from the rain with a folded newspaper, and it is interesting it-of-itself, featuring a humongous bird and curious, giant lettering. The background gives no more clues to the environment, but the more I look at it, the more I get lost in the multitude of textures. Wild scratches depict rain, fluctuating intensity of the black ink, subtle woodgrain and waves of crosshatch that resembles burlap pressed against the atmosphere. I hear noises as I look at this image: tap tap, pitter pat, flap, flap. I smell mud. I feel a cool breeze and a chilling moisture in the air. I am almost out of breath, yet I grin. There is a terrible, wonderful something out there, and our flight from it is exhilarating.

"Round Cat"

4 color reduction

4" x 4"(image) 7.5" x 7.5" (paper)

Water-based inks on Stonehenge

Edition of 6

Available for purchase here.

This cat has a very different sort of personality from the last rolling tabby. She seems to almost be smiling at me. She's isn't the least bit ashamed to expose her belly. Rolling over is natural and fun. Rolling over provides a continuous and refreshing change in perspective, like a shadow moving over the surface of a sphere. The loops in the background read like springs, propelling her forward. Her blue pillow is more like a moon, further pushing her upright. Though on her back, she seems to be perhaps dancing a jig. She breaks outta that blue bubble just as her stripes break in spaces and whip back around, making not a stripe, but a swirl. No bars, no cages for this fancy feline who is somehow both frisky and supine.

"Sleep" by Belinda Del Pesco

Image reposted with the permission of the artist. Learn more about Belinda Del Pesco and her artwork at her website here.

She's asleep and alive, her head laid on the pillow like an explosion, like fireworks. In her unconscious mind she's standing in the yellow dessert, and hairy, black beasties with curly tails scurry behind her. She gazes to the east, one hand caresses her heart while the other covers her stomach. What is she looking at? It feels so profound, so beautiful, so very much the answer we are all looking for, but it's blurry and shrinking, slipping away into the distance faster than she can breath. And in the morning even more of the dream will be forgotten because, after all, that's what dreams do.