I’m starting a new series of pieces to beef up my portfolio. When I was in school, we had something like a thesis in our junior and senior years. For mine, I did a series on illustrating poetry. I really enjoy reading poetry–I feel that it is a very similar art form as illustration, just with words instead of pictures.
Anyway, I didn’t particularly enjoy the pieces that I came up with for my thesis project back in school. I’d like to do the words more justice, so I’m taking another stab at it. I’ve started by re-illustrating a poem by William Butler Yeats. My goal is to have a new piece of illustrated poetry every couple of weeks.
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
I really like this piece of writing. I enjoy the way words are paired together in poetry (probably because that’s a skill I lack).
Other cool stuff that happened in NYC: my uncle Tim is a designer for Stedila Design, and he had an opening with Desiron on Saturday, which showcased two pieces of furniture that he designed.
And a sweet bench:
The furniture looked awesome. However, despite the fact that the event was showcasing these works of art, people decided it would alright to eat hors d’oeuvres or place open bottles of beer and glasses of wine on the furniture. My uncle Tim was about to have a heart attack when a woman actually climbed (climbed!) on top of his bench with her food and started texting. He went over to her and said “Are you kidding me?!?”
Overall the event was great and I was glad I could attend. It’s not often I see my family in NYC.