Earthquake Stikman

A Stikman outside the International Center of Photography on 8th Ave in New York City on the day of the earthquake.

Simple magic

The Bushnell Park Carousel, Hartford, CT.

When I was a kid my father used to take me to the magnificent carousel at Bushnell Park in Hartford, Connecticut. It was built in 1914 and still runs today. When I was little I had two favorite horses: one was an elaborately carved horse in knights armor, and the other was a beautiful hardword horse with a flowing chestnut mane. Both of them were jumper horses-- the horses that went up and down as the carousel went round and round. I loved it. It was a magical place.

I went back today with my father and he bought me two tickets so I could ride my favorites. As the third bell rang and the carousel started up, and the lights whirled, and the organ played-- I realized the magic was still there.

Friday Inspiration: Intersections

 Intersecting silhouettes.

Eyes

The fragments of something new-- block printed eyes on vintage Japanese rice paper

These eyes remind me of a self portrait Picasso drew over a photograph by David Douglas Duncan, which looks identical to an ancient Egyptian tomb decoration found in the Museum of Fine Arts. They are also the eyes of saints from illuminated manuscripts or ancient Roman funerary portraits or many other threads that weave in and out of art history.

Playlist for a rainy day--

I Don't Want Love / The Antlers

Skip the Charades / Cold War Kids

Turning Tables / Adele

Skinny Love / Bon Iver

Country Lane / Telekinesis

Powerman / The Kinks

Dancing with Mr. D / The Rolling Stones

Because the Night / Patti Smith

Envelope

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I've always stuck some sort of envelope in the back of each of my sketchbooks. It holds bits and pieces I find and the fragments that are yet to be used. This is a selection of ephemera from the current envelope. The wings are from an article on hummingbirds from a 1960s era National Geographic.

video vidi visum

Unblinking...

Sentence Fragments

Dissecting type, channeling DaDa, and playing in my sketchbook. 

sketchbook pages copyright Kate Castelli 2011