Tom Waits: “[Composer Jim] Wilson, he’s always playing with time. I heard a recording recently of crickets slowed way down. It sounds like a choir, it sounds like angel music. Something sparkling, celestial with full harmony and bass parts - you wouldn’t believe it. It’s like a sweeping chorus of heaven, and it’s just slowed down, they didn’t manipulate the tape at all.”
An illustration I did in 2012 for GQ-Germany. It was for an articel about how wealthy Chinese customers influence the market for luxury watches.
For that illustration I learned some interesting facts about drawing proper Chinese dragons from my friend Baoying. So if you like to draw Chinese dragons that make even Chinese customers happy, keep in mind following important facts:
- mouth and eyes always open
- neck must not be thicker that the rest of the body
- very long body (the longer the better)
- head always directed upwards or at least horizontal (not sure about that because i’ve seen others)
- tag upwards
- claws spread
- 4 to 5 fingers
- body entangeled in clouds
- traditional dragons like this, this, this or that one are way more awesome that those fancy glossy dragons you see nowadays
Vancouver captured by Fred Herzog.
Dustin Harbin, from his diary comics.
As she started medical school, Janet got the tattoo. She chose the blue star of a Philip Levine poem, in which the star appears on a man’s chest, tiny and perfect. The man is a workingman who makes “the glare for light bulbs”—desirous of normalcy, he wants none of it. But after the surgeon cuts it off, he announces to his patient that underneath it is another perfect blue star. Presumably, under that one, another.
Janet and I fought over the tattoo. I told her she had misconstrued the nature of time. In thirty years, I said, she would be an entirely different person, but the tattoo would still be there to embarrass her. Who was she, at twenty-four, to bind that future self? Janet responded that I was the one who had misconstrued time. She agreed that over the next years, she would change, that she would have to change. Yet she said if her future self was embarrassed by the star, she wanted it to be embarrassed. She was entering a time in her life when her commitment to poetry would become more endangered than ever, and she wanted to protect that commitment by writing it on her body. If she became a doctor who stopped reading and writing poetry, she wanted to hear the reproach of this younger self. My mistake, she said, was that I assumed people got wiser as they got older.
So the star is still here, on her wedding day. I still dislike tattoos. Except for this one, which I love out of mind.
—Kenji Yoshino, Covering
ETA: via ojousan
Nobuhiro Nakanishi, through time + space.
Raul Perdomo undergoes the corrosive effects of time.