Then I discovered myths, wonder tales and fairy lore: ordinary life went on but I was diving to the bottom of the sea with weights on my feet to pick the flower of immortal life and then losing the magic elixir to a passing snake – for ever; I was dipping my finger in dragon’s blood and tasting it and then finding I could listen in on the conversation of the birds and hear what animals were saying; I was saving my numerous brothers who had been turned into swans by knitting them shirts made from nettles which I’d spun into thread with blistered, burning fingers; with Electra I was helping murder her father – I could go on, but these are the kinds of stories that kept me reading under the covers with a torch, stories that every culture created long before print or even, perhaps, writing itself.

Marina Warner


April 3rd, 2016

I’m illustrating a story in just two colors. Which is three in a way, since the two sometimes overlap. And four if you include the white of the page. Things are often a lot more complicated, but whether you are writing with the 26 letters in the alphabet or rendering with a certain number of colors it is all about finding the patterns and revealing them. Or so it seems to me today, as clouds float by the window.

woodcut in 2 colors

woodcut in 2 colors

woodcut of a condor preening in two colors

woodcut of a condor preening in two colors


March 11th, 2016

Lately I have been feverishly experimenting with woodcutting. There’s a particular challenge when you introduce more than one color that bends my mind causing one plus one to equal 3 colors

Woodcut by José Borges

Woodcut by José Borges

Right now these are my two main influences: a Brazilian artist named José Borges and the logo for Mount Sinai Hospital. Soon I will post a few.

logo for Mount Sinai Hospital

logo for Mount Sinai Hospital

A Very Merry Christmas

December 20th, 2015

Yuletide  Thumbelina

Yuletide Thumbelina


December 10th, 2015

Mama and baby caught up in the web of life

Mama and baby caught up in the web of life

I’m no sucker. I didn’t even have to buy that Japanese book about the “Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.” All I had to do was to inhale the first few paragraphs in a bookstore and the magic had already begun. A tsunami of putting things away instead of letting them lie about took over my life. Perhaps because the author had said this would be magical it was. I began to think about the value of less everywhere else. How a good story has distinct edges. How I make pictures by cutting out what shouldn’t be there. How writing gets better when you subtract words wherever possible. “Elegance is refusal,” as Coco Chanel once said.

cross cultural cut outs

July 10th, 2015


Stitched together by groups of women in Uzbekistan, Suzanis make my heart sing.

playing with the knot

February 27th, 2015

program sketchMy daughter and her intended are soon to wed! (Their cats are Rambo and Cricket.)


November 27th, 2014

condors fly landscapeI am working on a story about birds. Or rather a story about birds is working on me. It has got me noticing how utterly obsessed the human race is with birds. And I’m thinking they don’t feel the same way about us.

Have I Thanked You Lately?

September 27th, 2014

How I See Myself

June 28th, 2014

Not for the first time I have been asked for a self portrait only to have it politely refused in favor of something more cheerfully normal. All of us are so many creatures, we wear so many hats.

selfie .

This dear blogosphere is myself in my mind’s eye.