Walking Man, Root

A new drawing of Walking Man with some contextual review.  And a traditional tune called The Gobby-O, played by the skin of my teeth on the tenor banjo, with spoons and guitar.

Walking Man Becomes a Tree
Walking Man Works At Becoming a Tree
The Unmixing of Walking Man
The Unmixing of Walking Man
Walking Man on a boat in the mist
Walking Man on a boat in the mist

 

Walking Man in the Sea
Walking Man in the Sea
The Comissioning of Walking Man into a Mystery and Problem
The Comissioning of Walking Man into a Mystery and Problem
Walking Man and the Miracle of the Flying Fish
Walking Man and the Miracle of the Flying Fish
Walking Man in the Tunnel of the Ancient
Walking Man in the Tunnel of the Ancient
Walking Man Recovering that which was Lost
Walking Man Recovering that which was Lost
The Legend of Walking Man
The Legend of Walking Man
Adamant
Adamant
Walking Man of the Woods and City
Walking Man of the Woods and City

Small History of Flying Fish

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If we set the little paraffin lamp out at night, flying fish were attracted by the light and large and small, shot over the raft…flying fish7

It sometimes happened that we heard an outburst of strong language from a man on deck when a cold flying fish came unexpectedly, at a good speed, slap into his face…

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…They always came at a good pace and snout first, and if they caught one full in the face they made it burn and tingle… flying fish8

But the unprovoked attack was quickly forgiven by the injured party, for with all its drawbacks, we were in a maritime land of enchantment where delicious fish dishes came hurling through the air…flying fish1

We used to fry them for breakfast, and wether it was the fish, the cook or our appetites, they reminded us of fried troutlings once we had scraped the scales off…  Thor Heyerdahl, Kon Tiki, 1950

Flying FishThere is a boy here who has five barley loaves and two fish.  But what are they among so many people?…flying fish4Now there was a great deal of grass in the place; so they sat down, about five thousand in all… DSC_0064Then Jesus took the loaves, and when he had given thanks, he distributed them to those who were seated; so also the fish, as much as they wanted… flying fish2When they were satisfied, he told, he told his disciples, “Gather up the fragments left over, so that nothing may be lost.”

flying fish3So they gathered them up, and from the fragments of the five barley loaves, left by those who had eaten, they filled twelve baskets… John 6, 9-13 NRSV

In the dark and unlit ceiling of the Loretta Chapel there is a lonely painting of a chunky fish atop a heavy slab of bread.   At the moment Thor Heyerdahl’s balsa log raft was colliding with a dusty man breaking bread in the grass of Palestine.  The long pilgrim road leading through elder drifts, slabs of rock, mountains of hailstones, unearthly fish with a mouth like a grave.  The sign of Jonah.  Provision comes unlooked for, and fear is weathered away.

 

Of Past and Future Prints

Plenty of two-dimensional work today:  First, some hand-colored prints of Jacob Wrestling the Angel of God.  A few of these are available if they strike you.  Next, are some studies for a large, 18″ x 12″, lino-cut of Obed Edom.  Finally, a few more prints and drawings.

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Four hand-colored Jacobs on the table
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Hand-colored Jacob, version 1 (sold)
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Color
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Coloring
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Hand-colored Jacob, version 2
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Evening light (The Golden Corridor)
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Hand-colored Jacob, version 3
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Obed Edom Studies
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I Chose You, Obed Edom (Preparatory drawing for a large scale lino-cut)
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Cherubim and Eye
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Earlier version of Obed Edom
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Obed Edom with a sprig of cedar
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head studies
Walking Man Becomes a Tree, sketch for copper-plate engraving
Walking Man Becomes a Tree, sketch for copper-plate engraving
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Go On, Job, Bread & Water, for sale on Etsy
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Goshen Ewe-Lamb, 3-color lino-cut, for sale on Etsy

Finally and thankfully, I was engaged by the keen and mysterious richness of this astonishing poem , from Tom Hirons yesterday.  As a rule, I generally do not to link to other work here, so Sometimes a Wild God represents an exception.