Posted on December 29, 2014
I have been printing an edition of Flying Fish, a copper-plate engraving about the miracle of provision experienced by Thor Heyerdahl and his crew in the Pacific Ocean on their balsa log raft, the Kon Tiki. This print is for sale at the Baumwerk Etsy store.
…a Walking Man drawing for my friend Steven.
Posted on February 5, 2014
…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…
…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…
…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
…There is a boy here who has five barley loaves and two fish. But what are they among so many people?……Now there was a great deal of grass in the place; so they sat down, about five thousand in all… …Then 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… …When they were satisfied, he told, he told his disciples, “Gather up the fragments left over, so that nothing may be lost.”
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.
Category: art, Bone Meal Bread, bowls and vessels, craft, design, Drawings, illustration, Oil Paintings, photography, transfer of energy, Walking Man, words Tagged: art, craft, design, drawing, flying fish, God, illustration, Jesus, Kon Tiki, oil painting, photography, printmaking, provision, symbolism, the school of the tranfser of energy, Thor Heyerdahl
Posted on January 13, 2014
Thanks to my son for his help photographing when my hands were inky.
Posted on December 28, 2013
Posted on December 16, 2013
The Deeping Cold outside says to me, “Jack, it is a good time be indoors cutting copper into the flying fish of provision.”
“Indeed!” says I, “but let us not forget those who toil without such comfort.”
“Verily!” says the Deeping Cold.
Posted on March 5, 2013
Unfinished cypress bowl on a cedar foot, inscribed with pyrography: a flying fished, sacred numbers, doors and windows. I like how the line work is similar to engraving.
Posted on March 4, 2013