The only constant in life is change. I've moved to tumblr permanently, so below is where you can find me and my ongoing creative endeavors.
MY TUMBLR: www.matt-kish.tumblr.com
MY WEB SITE (a curated collection of my art and illustration): http://www.matt-kish.com/
I hope you'll drop in.
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
INVISIBLE CITIES: Laudomia
The 46th of Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities and my sixteenth overall, Laudomia, the city of the living, the dead, and the unborn. You can see the entire series of illustrations so far, which includes work from my friends Joe Kuth and Leighton Connor, at our tumblr Seeing Calvino which is updated every Wednesday.
"...the Laudomia of the dead and that of the unborn are like the two bulbs of an hourglass which is not turned over; each passage between birth and death is a grain of sand that passes the neck, and there will be a last inhabitant of Laudomia born, a last grain to fall, which is now at the top of the pile, waiting."
10 inches by 8 inches
ink and marker on watercolor paper
January 18, 2015
"...the Laudomia of the dead and that of the unborn are like the two bulbs of an hourglass which is not turned over; each passage between birth and death is a grain of sand that passes the neck, and there will be a last inhabitant of Laudomia born, a last grain to fall, which is now at the top of the pile, waiting."
10 inches by 8 inches
ink and marker on watercolor paper
January 18, 2015
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
INVISIBLE CITIES: Thekla
The 43rd of Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities and my fifteenth overall, Thekla, the city forever under construction. You can see the entire series of illustrations so far, which includes work from my friends Leighton Connor and Joe Kuth, at our tumblr Seeing Calvino, which is updated every Wednesday.
"If, dissatisfied with the answers, someone puts his eye to a crack in a fence, he sees cranes pulling up other cranes, scaffoldings that embrace other scaffoldings, beams that prop up other beams. ‘What meaning does your construction have?’ he asks. ‘What is the aim of a city under construction unless it is a city? Where is the plan you are following, the blueprint?’
“‘We will show it to you as soon as the working day is over; we cannot interrupt our work now,’ they answer.
"Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. ‘There is the blueprint,’ they say."
10 inches by 8 inches
ink on watercolor paper
January 13, 2015
"If, dissatisfied with the answers, someone puts his eye to a crack in a fence, he sees cranes pulling up other cranes, scaffoldings that embrace other scaffoldings, beams that prop up other beams. ‘What meaning does your construction have?’ he asks. ‘What is the aim of a city under construction unless it is a city? Where is the plan you are following, the blueprint?’
“‘We will show it to you as soon as the working day is over; we cannot interrupt our work now,’ they answer.
"Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. ‘There is the blueprint,’ they say."
10 inches by 8 inches
ink on watercolor paper
January 13, 2015
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