The Nun who cried Wolf

If a wolf sees a man before the man sees the wolf, the man will lose his voice. If the man sees the wolf first, the wolf can no longer be fierce. If a man loses his voice because the wolf saw him first, he should take off all his clothes and bang two rocks together, which will keep the wolf from attacking.

Coprophantiasis

You figure out the allegory.

Bestiarium (reprint)

This is going to be the cover jacket (with flaps on the left and right) of the reprint of my Bestiarium book that was published by Le Dernier Cri in 2008. It has been sold out for a while. The black and white line art was done in nostalgic scraperboard, the colouring is Photoshop (no filters). The idea is to have it done as mimeography, a printing process that went the way of the dodo in the 1970s. There is however a limited number of places where you can still have it done. There is a special feel to it, it enhances painterly effects, in contrast to off set printing, which tends to smoothen and polish artwork. I hope to have it ready for a show at the 1er Degré gallery at the MJC Lillebonne, 14 Rue du Cheval Blanc, Nancy, France. Its opening night is on March 25th. The show is curated by the insanely talented Matthias Lehmann from Paris, whose scaperboard skills are humbling. Check it out on blocmatthias.blogspot.com. Until February 26th the art of Jakob Klemencic from Ljubljana is on display, with many fantastic linocut prints.

Atomi (or Astomi) are described as mouthless people who feed by sniffing apples. Amyctyrae have enormous lips like some still exisitng African tribes but in some medieval depictions those make them look like tusks sometimes.

Bestiarium 2nd edition

This is a sample from my Bestiarium book, printed in 2008 by Le Dernier Cri and which I am now revising for a reprint. The colours will look quite different from the silkscreened version, more subdued - although I think each approach has its charm. I am thinking of printing it at home. The advent of the ink jet printer has returned the Gutenberg vibe that I used to feel while xeroxing zines in the eighties and early nineties.