Did you see it? We were out walking the dogs and the sky was completely clouded over. Sometime around 9:15 we spotted it through a lucky break in the clouds — the moon was about 1/2 eclipsed. We went to a better viewing spot and the sky, unexpectedly, went from heavy clouds to clear in less than 15 minutes and them we saw the whole thing.
Apparently, when the moon is completely covered, it is called ‘totality.’
In what time I have, I have been working on various things that I can’t post yet… but because I want to post something, here is the current drawing of the carnivorous plant for Exquisite Corpses v2. I’m going for that 18th century Botanist’s guide look. Click to enlarge.In other news, I’m considering renting a table at UCon 2015 in Livonia, MI to sell art and meet people. Don’t know if I can swing it, but will at least look into the possibility. I will need to figure out ways of packaging art for easy sale and safe transportation and suppose I should look into getting one of those dongle things that plug into your phone or tablet so I can take credit cards. UCon is November 20-22nd this year.
Last week I finished this for ‘Owlknight’ publishing / Thorin Thompson. This illustration is going to be used as a part of the credits for the adventures that Owlknight publishes… to display the names of all the PCs who died in the course of a given adventure’s playtest… so Thorin will put the names of the deceased on the tombstones. Based on the large numbers of tombstones he requested in the image, I think he expects mortality rates to be high.
Henry Darger, the artist and eccentric, came to my attention a few years ago. These days his work is going under the gavel at places like Christies and getting shown in Paris. In his lifetime, Darger lived as a recluse, barely surviving on poverty level wages, living alone in rented rooms. The people who knew him (his landlords and fellow tenants) only discovered his artistry when Darger was on his death bed. Luckily, his landlord, Nathan Lerner, recognized that the heaps of drawings, books, collages and other items were not ‘junk’ and didn’t simply toss it all to make room for another tenant. These days, it seems that most of the rest of the word agrees with Lerner. People who wouldn’t have looked twice at a dirty, shabby old Darger while he was alive are buying his works, visiting his exhibitions, etc. I’m not claiming to be smarter than anyone else — I doubt I would have recognized Darger for what he was if I had met him in his lifetime. And given his reclusive nature, I doubt Darger would have been able to psychologically bear the public scrutiny involved in becoming a famous artist in his lifetime.
Stories like this make me wonder how much fascinating stuff, produced by weirdos, outcasts and recluses, ends up in dumpsters after they die.