Eclipse time… a quote
January 5, 2019
A picture has come to thought… inspired by a quote from Paradise Lost by John Milton (1608-1674): “The sun… in dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds on half the nations, and with fear of change perplexes monarch.”
I picture fish in an ocean oblivious to human concerns…
Welcome to Cat Nation…
January 4, 2019
Happy New Year… DANCE!
January 1, 2019
Merry Viv showed up a little while ago with her gang of visual information vectors… kind of a wild pixie, her gang is all over nature and its manifestations. I am hoping she hangs out for a while… happy new year!
Merry Christmas!
December 24, 2018
Season’s Greetings design with two penguins discovering the mistletoe by Meredith Eliassen, 2018.
Black and white studies…
December 12, 2018
Dragonfly by Meredith Eliassen, 2018.
Carrot by Meredith Eliassen, 2018.
Dahlia by Meredith Eliassen, 2018.
Maritime plant by Meredith Eliassen, 2018.
Bee and Tudor Rose by Meredith Eliassen, 2018.
“Star Plants” by Meredith Eliassen, 2018.
Yerba Buena by Meredith Eliassen, 2018.
Ideas need light to grow…
December 11, 2018
Ideas need light to grow… design by Meredith Eliassen, 2018.
Ideas need light to grow… a conversation
Bird: And air!
Oak leaf: parvis e glandibus quercus
Lil’ Wum: Bird-brains… Translation: Tall oaks from little acorns grow… whew!
Merry VIV: Posterity explores ancestors through printed leaves.
During the Women’s March in 2016, and image of an acorn on a poster showed that buried ideas can grow. An idea can take centuries to unfold, yet appear to turn on like a lightbulb. Parvis e glandibus quercus means that great things often have small beginnings. This is an early variant of ‘mighty oaks from little acorns grow’ found in Geoffrey Chaucer’s epic tragedy of two lovers Troilus and Criseyde (1374),”as an ook cometh of a litel spyr” [meaning sapling] that came from the ancient Greeks via Boccaccio.
“Bug Rap” Featuring L’ Wum & K-T-Did
December 5, 2018
Familiar things are comforting; that’s why little children like to hear the same stories over and over again. Lil’ Wum is actually the farmer’s friend, he helps to improve the soil and nurtures organisms and increases the amount of air and water that get into the soil and leaving behind castings that provide valuable fertilizer. A plant’s roots allow it to receive the nutrients that Lil’ Wum carries. What Lil’ Wum does not realize is that the bird flying above carries a seed that could become a great plant. Drawing by Meredith Eliassen, 2018.
K-T-did: What’s up! Zit! Zit!
Lil’ Wum: Bu’d a buv
K-T-did: Yeh, Yeh… click
Dragonfly: Talk to me… Whush!
K-T-did: Lisp… lisp… zit! Click!
Dragonfly: Whush!
Bee: Buzz lisp… lisp… zit! Oh dang!
While the lil’ critters fretted, the “bud” dropped a seed that would grow tall.
Meanwhile, the “bud” carried a maritime plant seed that grew into a giant thistle on an island where it took root and was given the space to grow. Drawing by Meredith Eliassen, 2018.
Trusting Porcupine
November 26, 2018
Stylized little California porcupine greets a butterfly, drawing by Meredith Eliassen, 2018.
I used to come across porcupine quills along country paths as a child. Like the otter, the porcupine is a gentle and playful, its quills are only used when trust has been broken. Porcupine quills appear to be vectors going into all directions, neither poisonous nor ejected in battle, they are buoyant, helping the little critter to keep afloat in troubled waters.
Black Friday Rant… why am I reacting?
November 23, 2018
If you are reading this, then you are not currently shopping online, offline or reading about what you should be buying in some marketplace… welcome to this place. Stylized ox design by Meredith Eliassen, 2018.
Yesterday I had many pleasant exchanges with family and friends via electronic media that lifted my spirits as my email inbox filled with message of what I should value and part with monetary resources on to feel fulfilled. Several of these entities were non-profit organizations that I have given my time to over the years and I reacted to these messages because in my book, time is a most precious resource for once it has been given, it cannot be taken back… it is passed… past.
I have been thinking much in my recent solitude about information VECTORS. We know vectors as those graphically defined symbols represented by directed line segments that in science and mathematics are used to describe the direction and magnitude of something, but they are something more. They have origins and carry us individually and collectively in different and communal directions. The word “vector” comes from the Latin, vector, meaning carrier.
Aesop, thought to have been a slave, tells the story of the Frogs and the Ox that reminds us not to attempt the impossible by being something that we are not. Before Aesop, the Ancients were image-makers who created a Hall of Bulls in the south of France that contained visual information vectors showing relationships among different species where images of different animals were positioned with direction and magnitudes in an organized that illuminated the cultural values of a society that we only know through petroglyphs. For the Greeks, Zeus took on the form of a bull that symbolized power, strength, virility, and transformation. In the Old Testament, the bull was a most powerful sacrifice. In today’s financial markets, the bull signifies a market where prices are rising. Today, after such a meaningful Thanksgiving, I am contemplating what direction my resource vectors are traveling and how they reflect my modest place in society.
Happy Thanksgiving!!!
November 22, 2018
While closed in due to bad air quality, I drew a critter thanksgiving prayer in a heart: “let us come before his presence with thanksgiving and show ourselves glad of him.” Design by Meredith Eliassen, 2018.
After being cooped up during the recent wildfires due to bad air quality in San Francisco, this morning I ventured out to my favorite lake to listen. I had ventured out yesterday as the rains subsided, and to my horror there was an eerie silence… seeing rodents in the gutters, I shuttered, and passed still areas where my beloved tweetie birds reside to sense stillness.
This morning after many pleasant exchanges, I set out to the lake after dropping off a card for an old friend in the neighborhood. The skies were clear and as I approached the lake, I felt the familiar stirrings of life re-awakening. Tiny moths came towards me, first a few, then more… then thousands. Out of the brush, like manna only not from above, but from the side, from my side, the ocean side in the breeze, many touched me on their way inland… dozens of gentle wing kisses… reassuring, like a warm/cool breeze in childhood. I passed the moths, and from beneath the shrubs the little tweetie birds came… just a few steps forward to greet me then back into the brush, then the bigger birds crows, ravens, mallards, gulls, jays… the cormorants hung back. The humans were there too, most spoke languages other than my own, but that was okay… everyone was in accord… thankful for clear skies and life.
With thanks,
Meredith
