Flight Pattern, Rob Evans 2001.
It's nice to find a place that never fails you on the inspiration front.
It seems like a lot of just words these days.
Has all the time gone?
The floating, glorious thing only ever moving in one direction that after a couple of decades on this planet, I'm still not properly adapted to. I've come to think that it's movement that confuses the balance of time; moving faster and further than we are really designed to, moving more frequently than our hearts can bear. And pieces of us humans seem to naturally need different paces—the body can deal with much, fast, often. But the mind takes longer to adjust, longer to process and in my case frequently catches up in a sluggish, wayward manner.
I've come back here and noticed that the last blog post was August 1st, which doesn't even make a mark in my mind as being important or noteworthy but yet there it is, a photo of my city that I must have been compelled to take as some point on a Monday evening.
Head heaviness and some hot weather has me feeling not entirely prepared for the publication of the second book, but then I remember that the work is mostly done, that it was researched and illustrated months and months ago, and that now I must turn my mind to the discussion of it, the making-it-known of it. I also try to remember that it's probably impossible to feel prepared for something like this. The fact that I've been through the process once doesn't seem to matter in the slightest; that time is already underneath layers and layers of earth, of rock and silt and watery experiences that I don't always remember accurately.
It's an almost sick feeling, an excited swaying feeling that I cannot quite pin down in words. So if I ever seem to be lacking in enthusiasm or excitement forgive me; I am an internal kind of creature and have found it suits best to adjust my level of euphoria based on the reactions of other people.
And now, I'm going to try and frantically claw back some hours of work that were sacrificed happily to ensure family and sun and just doing nothingness this past week or so.
Walking down my city, muted and glorious.
We could all use a little more Dumbledore in our lives.
Experimenting with new nibs, making up tiny stories about people I don't know.
So, here we are again almost exactly 2 years later, with another book. I'm excited—for you, for me, in general.
The UK edition of the book has a different title, and is being released a few days earlier than the US one. The American version is entitled The Illustrated Book of Sayings, and will be released on September 13th. Then the British enjoy being a little obscure so we've gone with Speaking in Tongues as a title, and this one will be out September 1st! I still don't know precisely why, but there we have it.
Yet still we struggle endlessly to keep the fleeting within our grasp.
Who is a Vimeo Staff Pick? Me, sort of.
The wonderful team at CBC Radio created a darling animation about love based on words from my book, Lost in Translation. I'm a sucker for spending far too long gawking over the incredible videos the team at Vimeo choose to put in this section—the beauty of cinematography in recent years is just unspeakable.