Friday, November 18, 2011

Illustrators in my presentation

Concept Art:

Issac Orloff (

Michael Kutsche (

Samwise Didier (

James Baker (

Comic Book Art:

J H Williams (

Emily Carroll (

Mike Mignola (

Grant Snider (

Fine Art Illustration:

Sam Weber (

Jillian Tamaki (

James Jean (

H R Giger (

Donato Giancola (

Book Illustration:

Matthew Artmstrong (

Shaun Tan (

Gerald Kelley (

Andy Katling (

Brian Selznick (


Yuko Shimizu (

Frank Stockton (

Andrew Kolb (

Mike Mitchell (


Annie Wu (

Sam Bosma (

Kali Ciesemier (

Jeremy Enecio (

Nick Iluzada (

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Zhu Da footprints.

Bada Shanren (born as Zhu Da (朱耷), was a Chinese painter of Shuimohua and a Calligrapher.   
In 2010, Tanguy Dohollau, a french artist, published his graphic novel " Pas à Pas". The story combines intelligently the story of two characters, a blind woman and a Comic creator of Sci-fi, with  the painting of Master Zhu Da and movies made by Andrei Tarkovsky and Ozu.  

(Start panel 7) 
One day, when Zhu Da was a child, his father asked him to go barefoot in a tub full of ink -
Then he asked him to walk on the unrolled paper -
The first footprints of Zhu Da were very black - The paper was drinking the black ink.

Its footprints were thinned at every step - They became almost invisible.
Then, his father took a brush and wrote on the top of the paint roller: "A piece of the path of my son Zhu Da" -
The, at the bottom of the paint roll he added: "By walking we trace our path".

What about you?
By a beautiful fall day, half of the class of Illustration I followed the footsteps of Zhu Ta.
Warren Linn, guest of that day, was the first to dunk his feet in a basin filled with Tempera. "Walking deliberately on the great white beach, he recalled his Latin (...) the road to paradise is paved with paradox". " 

"Saying to himself:

Where goes the world?
To the white

Where goes the white?
to the void

Where goes the void?

the void comes and goes
like the light"

Emily, Amelie, Elise, Kathryn, Sarah, Clare, Cynthu, Chrissy, Rebekah and Jungeun brushed also the paper with their footsteps.

" Moving out then
into the landscape
in the white of the morning

walking and watching

yellow flowers
tossing in the wind
a crow on a branch
the rivulet
reflecting the sky
in blue-grey ripples
white beach, wrack
the high gait and snootiness
of oyster-catchers
a blue crab groping in a pool
bright shell

the notes accumulate

towards a writing
that has more in view
than the art of making verse
out of blunt generalities
and personal complaining

atlantic archipelago
and a sense of something
to be gathered in

the mind gropes
like a blue crab in a pool
tosses in the wind
reflects the sky in ripples
flies high
leaves signs in the sand
lies recklessly strewn
at the edge of the tide

comes back to the books
the many manuscripts

In candida casa
altus prosator

binoculars focused also
on the red-roofed
abandoned sardine-factory
at the tip of the promontory -
some kind of homology

a place to work from
(to work it all out)
a place in which to
house a strangeness

this strange activity
(philosophy? poetry?
practice? theory?)

from an accumulation of data
to the plural poem

beyond the generality

" One does not sell the earth upon which the people walk"
Crazy Horse, Oglala Dakota, 1868

Poems above are from "Atlantica", written by Scottish Kenneth White.