• George

    Drawing for the Day and Amy Tan: For George

    The Opposite of Fate by Amy Tan p. 54-55 I remembered that Pete had once suggested that I apply my linguistics knowledge toward working with disabled children. He had said this a month or so before he died. He himself had intended to make computerised equipment for people with disabilities. At the time, his suggestion [...]

  • Princess Grimm

    Drawing for the Day…and Pullman

    The drawing found its way on to the page whilst listening to Philip Pullman read fairytales from his retelling of the Grimm tales. He wore shoes with red shoelaces. “Argue with anything else, but don’t argue with your own nature.” “As Jane Austen might have put it: It is a truth universally acknowledged that young [...]

  • Stretches of time

    Drawing for the Day and The Book Thief

      The Book Thief by Markus Zusak Page 535 He was tall in bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do – the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, ‘I know who you are and I am [...]

  • Shadows

    Drawing for the Day and Maori proverb. For Keri.

    Hutia te rito o te harakeke, If you pluck out the centre shoot of the flax, Kei whea te korimako e koo? Where will the bellbird sing? Ka rere ki uta, ka rere ki tai. It will fly inland, it will fly seawards. Kii mai koe ki au, If you ask me, he aha te mea [...]

  • Dora Parks

    Drawing for the Day and All That I Am

    All That I Am by Anna Funder p.176 While Dora and I drafted I walked the room, or the garden if the day was bright, and she sat over her writing pad, flipping the pages around their coil of wire. People often have to be alone to think or to write, but being with Dora [...]

  • sassy

    Drawing for the Day and Maurice Sendak

    “Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: [...]

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Love

Drawing for the Day and F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald “He smiled understandingly – much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced – or seemed to face – the whole eternal world for an [...]

George

Drawing for the Day and Amy Tan: For George

The Opposite of Fate by Amy Tan p. 54-55 I remembered that Pete had once suggested that I apply my linguistics knowledge toward working with disabled children. He had said this a month or so before he died. He himself had intended to make computerised equipment for people with disabilities. At the time, his suggestion [...]

Princess Grimm

Drawing for the Day…and Pullman

The drawing found its way on to the page whilst listening to Philip Pullman read fairytales from his retelling of the Grimm tales. He wore shoes with red shoelaces. “Argue with anything else, but don’t argue with your own nature.” “As Jane Austen might have put it: It is a truth universally acknowledged that young [...]

Stretches of time

Drawing for the Day and The Book Thief

  The Book Thief by Markus Zusak Page 535 He was tall in bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do – the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, ‘I know who you are and I am [...]

Shadows

Drawing for the Day and Maori proverb. For Keri.

Hutia te rito o te harakeke, If you pluck out the centre shoot of the flax, Kei whea te korimako e koo? Where will the bellbird sing? Ka rere ki uta, ka rere ki tai. It will fly inland, it will fly seawards. Kii mai koe ki au, If you ask me, he aha te mea [...]

Dora Parks

Drawing for the Day and All That I Am

All That I Am by Anna Funder p.176 While Dora and I drafted I walked the room, or the garden if the day was bright, and she sat over her writing pad, flipping the pages around their coil of wire. People often have to be alone to think or to write, but being with Dora [...]

Suspicious

Drawing for the Day and All That I Am

All That I Am by Anna Funder p.257 A traffic policeman stood on a podium in the road, arms moving from the elbows like a puppet. A scarlet bus careened into the kerb, disgorging its passengers, all of them with somewhere to go. They filed past a street-sweeper in a soft cap with a long-handled [...]

Dripping curls

Drawing for the Day and All That I Am

  All That I Am by AnnaFunder p.96 After he leaves, the happiness of his company persists in the room. I lay my head over the chair back and close my eyes again. I am slouching, head back on the leather car seat. Dora and I are in a cathedral of trees; from each side [...]

All That I Am

Drawing for the Day and All That I Am

All That I Am by Anna Funder p.7 And he had seen inside my mind; he is preparing to tell me the shape and weight and creeping betrayals of it. Last week they loaded me into the MRI machine, horizontal in one of those verdammten gowns that do not close at the back: designed to [...]

sassy

Drawing for the Day and Maurice Sendak

“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: [...]

Love makes your hair grow long

Drawing for the Day and The Education of Little Tree (I Kin Ye)

Granpa said if there was less words, there wouldn’t be as much trouble in the world. He said privately to me that there was always some damn fool making up a word that served no purpose except to cause trouble. Which is reasonable. Granpa favoured the sound, or how you said a word, as to [...]

Long Distance Love

Drawing for The Day and The Capacity for Delight

The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron  

Handy Shadow Heart Guy

Drawing for the Day and The Education of Little Tree

The Education of Little Tree by Forrest Carter Page 9. The quail rose in a rush and sped into the trees – but one was slow. The hawk hit. Feathers flew in the air and then the birds were on the ground; the hawk’s head rising and falling with the death blows. In a moment he rose [...]