29 mei 2014
“Weeks passed, and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the Boy loved him just as much.
He loved him so hard that he loved all his whiskers off,
and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his brown
spots faded. He even began to lose his shape,
and he scarcely looked like a rabbit any more,
except to the Boy. To him he was always beautiful,
and that was all that the little Rabbit cared about.
He didn't mind how he looked to other people,
because the nursery magic had made him Real,
and when you are Real shabbiness doesn't matter.”
The Velveteen Rabbit
is a children's novel written by Margery Williams
and illustrated byWilliam Nicholson.
It chronicles the story of a stuffed rabbit and his quest
to become real through the love of his owner.
The book was first published in 1922
and has been republished many times since.
7 februari 2014
Eileen Soper was born Enfield, Middlesex, 26 March 1905,
the daughter of an illustrator, George Soper.
Along with her elder sister Eva,
she attended Olive Downing’s School in Knebworth and Hitchin Girls’ School. At the time of her father’s death, in 1942,
she was worked primarily as an illustrator,
notably with the children's author, Enid Blyton.
Eileen illustrated the entire series of Famous Five adventures
and a vast range of other books.
In addition she authored and illustrated 23 books of her
own that displayed her growing talent for wildlife illustration.
She was a founder member of the Society of Wildlife
Artists in 1964 and was elected to the membership of the
Royal Society of Miniature Painters in 1972.
Then rather like a character from Marilynne Robinson's Housekeeping she let much of the rare flora planted by
her father return to a state of wildness and even allowed
the animals of the garden into the house.
She shared this singular location with only one other human,
her somewhat shadowy sister Eva.
Eileen died in 1990,
Eva outlived her by only six months. The estate and copyright of George and Eileen Soper are now in the care of the
Chris Beetles Gallery.
8 december 2013
Clement Clarke Moore (1779 - 1863)
wrote the poem Twas the night before Christmas
also called “A Visit from St. Nicholas" in 1822.
It is now the tradition in many American families
to read the poem every Christmas Eve.
“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blixen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Poem by Clement Clarke Moore
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27 april 2013
Palmer Cox (April 28, 1840 – July 24, 1924)
was a Canadian illustrator and author,
for the fictional creatures known as
the "Brownies his series of humorous verse
books and comic strips about the mischievous
but kindhearted fairy-like sprites.
The cartoons were published in several books,
such as The Brownies, Their Book (1887).
Palmer Cox is famous the world over for his
delightful children's books .
" His inspiration for the Brownies came from
the Scottish folklore that still survived in
and around Granby, Quebec, where he was born in 1840.
Cox learned these folktales from his mother which
featured the Brownies, or little members of the fairie
or goblin world: "imaginary sprites who delight in harmless pranks and helpful deeds. They work and sport
while weary households sleep, and never allow
themselves to be seen by mortal eyes.
~More to read~
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I found this on Facebook
but no name of artist
but I had to share, this is soooo wonderful and amazing
don’t you think?
12 februari 2013
This illustration was part of "A song for Japan",
a beautiful project by PechaKucha Night Bogota,
done for the victims of Japan earthquake, 2011
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22 december 2012
Once upon a time,
I thought faeries lived only in books,
old folktales, and the past.
That was before they burst upon my life as vibrant,
luminous beings, permeating my art
my everyday existence,
causing glorious havoc.
19 december 2012
Mireille Havet (1898, Médan, Yvelines - 1932)
was a French poet, diarist, novelist, and lyricist.
She wrote lyrics for songs composed by
John Alden Carpenter and intended for Éva Gauthier.
She wrote a novel, Carnaval, published in 1923.
She was friends with Jean Cocteau and Colette,
who referred to her as “la petite poyétesse”.
Her diary, which she kept from 1913 to 1929,
was only found again in 1995,
and published in 2003.