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Friday, November 24, 2023

My Folklore Week 2023 Illustrations

Once again I took part in Folktale Week this year! There's fabulous and magical illustrations from artists worldwide; check out #FolktaleWeek2023 on Instagram (plus hashtags for each prompt of the form FolktaleWeek + prompt). The prompts this year were: lost, ink, sea, sleep, underground, illusion, and found. I've decided I can interpret "folktale" loosely to include fairytales, legends, myths and folklore.

For lost, I knew I wanted to make the Minotaur in his labyrinth, with the slightest hint of the first person to avoid getting lost: Theseus with his ball of string.

The Minotaur in his Labyrinth, linocut, 9.25" x 12.5" by Ele Willoughby, 2023
The Minotaur in his Labyrinth, linocut, 9.25" x 12.5" by Ele Willoughby, 2023 

Ink was a real challenge! I had a few ideas but in the end, opted for a Japanese yokai, a sort of supernatural spirit called suzuri no tamashii. Specifically it’s a type of yokai called a tsukumogami, a type of spirit which can arise from an object which is used for 100 years, when it comes alive. 

Suzuri no tamashii, linocut, 9.25" x 12.5", by Ele Willoughby, 2023
Suzuri no tamashii, linocut, 9.25" x 12.5", by Ele Willoughby, 2023



The story goes that an ink stone was used to copy the same manuscript over and over again for many generations, about the bloody Genpei War (1180-1185). The 'Akama suzuri,' a top-quality inkstone made specially in Shimonoseki City, began to take on aspects of the story itself. It became possessed by a vengeful spirit of an Ise-Heishi warrior who had been defeated at the Battle of Dannoura, where the Minamoto clan brutally wiped out the entire Taira clan. Phantom sounds like fierce battle, waves on the sea or even a voice narrating "Heike monogatari" (The tale of the Heike) could be heard. Waves rippled on the ink and illusory characters and boats from the story, arose from the ink to wreak havoc on the writing.

As many of the slaughtered Taira soldiers became vengeful spirits or onryō when they died, their grudge-curse infects many ink stones which have been used to repeatedly copy their story.

My print shows an ink stone, ink stick, jar of brushes, and the suzuri no tamashii emerging like two mounted samurai warriors crossing a river from The tale of the Heike. 

Zaratan, linocut, 11" x 14", by Ele Willoughby, 2023
Zaratan, linocut, 11" x 14", by Ele Willoughby, 2023

I knew what I wanted to do for sea; I've long wanted to illustrate the Zaratan, a mythical giant sea turtle  that looks like a small island! There's a small campfire on the supposed beach, and a sailing ship from the age of exploration nearby. The sunset sky is in vibrant fuchsia, tangerine and purple.

"There is a story that is told in all lands and throughout all history - the story of sailors who go ashore on an unknown island that later sinks and drowns them, for the island is alive. This imaginary beast-island figures in the first voyage of Sindbad and in the sixth canto of Orlando Furioso (Ch'ella sia usa isoletta ci credemo; "We are all cheated by the floating pile, / And idly take the monster for an isle"); on the Irish legend of St. Brendan and in the Greek bestiary of Alexandria; in the Swedish curate Olaf Magnus' History of the Northern Nations (Rome, 1555) and in the passage in Paradise Lost, Book I, in which the prostrate Satan is compared to a great whale "hap'ly slumbering on the Norway foam."

    -Jorge Luis Borges, The Book of Imaginary Beings (El Libro de Los Seres Imaginarios)

Often depicted as a giant turtle, like the Turtle Island origin myth common to many Indigenous peoples of North America, the Zaratan could in fact be any large marine creature, but I love the idea of a giant turtle.

I found another great Japanese yokai for sleep: the Baku. Some stories about sleep are either familiar fairytales or in fact, a bit grim. I like the mythical Japanese chimera because despite its monstrous appearance, it is the beloved eater of nightmares. It was made from leftover parts, with the body of a bear, the claws of a tiger, the tail of a cow, the trunk and tusks of an elephant with the ears and eyes of a rhinoceros! You can call on it if you have bad dreams. A child who awakes from a nightmare will cry, “Baku-san, come eat my dream!” three times and the baku will enter their room to devour the bad dream so they can go back to sleep. They must be careful however, not too call too often, least they get a hungry baku who will also eat their dreams.

Today the word baku can also apply to a real animal, the Malayan tapir, because of its arguable resemblance to the mythical animal.

I thought my blue origami paper would make a great comforter so I made 8 different variations!

Baku, linocut, 9.25" x 12.5" by Ele Willoughby, 2023
Baku, linocut, 9.25" x 12.5" by Ele Willoughby, 2023

The idea I had for underground was the Aos sí, the people of the Sidhe, the Fair Folk of Ireland, who according to legend live beneath mounds in fairy forts underground. I have not yet editioned this print, but I plan to add it to my shop soon! You may know the banshee, or Bean sídhe or woman of the sídhe. In fact the very word Sídhe is the term for earthen mounds like the one in my linocut and the Aos sí are “the people of mounds.” The Sidhe evolved from a mythological people known as the Tuatha De Danaan, powerful, magical semi-divine beings, who feature in many early Irish tales. When the ancestors of the Irish, the Gaels arrived they battled over the Emerald Isle. The way the story was told to me was that neither force could conquer the other and they decided to divide Ireland evenly between them. If you look at Ireland it’s quite an irregular shape and the only way to split it evenly was top and bottom with the Gaels occupying the upper world and the Tuatha De Danaan taking the lower world.

They’re known as the daoine sí or daoine sìth in Scots Gaelic and we get the the idea of fairies from the fair folk, but our inherited Victorian ideas and images of fairies are much gentler, sweeter and cuter than these fierce beings who are benevolent if treated with respect but are known to react cruelly if mistreated. 

The Sidhe, linocut, 11" x 14" by Ele Willoughby, 2023
The Sidhe, linocut, 11" x 14" by Ele Willoughby, 2023

For illusion, I chose a beautiful French fairytale: La Chatte Blanche, published by Madame d’Aulnoy in 1698.

A king is worried about succession and sends his three sons on quests to determine who will inherit the kingdom (or rather to distract them on that pretence, to avoid being deposed by an impatient prince). First they must find the smallest and most beautiful dog. They each go their own way and the youngest finds a fantastical castle filled with intelligent talking cats. He is quite taken by their beautiful white cat queen who mysteriously wears a locket with a image which looks just like him. He stays a full year and she gives him an acorn for his quest. Returning home he opens the acorn for his father and inside is the tiniest dancing dog. Despite clearly having won the contest, the king starts another: find the finest muslin which can be drawn through the eye of a needle. The princes go out again; the youngest returns to the white cat for another year and she gives him a walnut with nested series of smaller seeds, the tiniest containing magically fine and beautiful muslin. His magical muslin is clearly the winner. The king sets a third task to find the most beautiful princess bride. After a third stay with the cats, the beloved white cat convinces the prince, to his horror, to chop off her head. But when he does the fairy enchantment is broken and she is revealed as a beautiful princess cursed by fairies so that she and those in her kingdom must live as cats unless her forbidden lover’s doppelgänger cuts off her head. It was all an illusion!

She reigned over six kingdoms so after the triple wedding of the three princes, succession is solved as she grants brothers and father each kingdoms to rule and she and her husband the youngest prince rule the remaining three.

La Chatte Blanche, linocut, 9.25" x 12.5", by Ele Willoughby, 2023
La Chatte Blanche, linocut, 9.25" x 12.5", by Ele Willoughby, 2023

 


I wanted to make sure I included a Canadian folktale this year. So often the folktales we hear are from Europe, but I wanted one from closer to home. I selected the Mermaid of the Magdalenes for the prompt "found." I loved that the found thing as something as prosaic as a tin of sardines, that this is a fairytale about my May Day birthday and about the perils of not preserving marine ecology. I still have to print an edition of this print, but I plan to do so soon.


The Mermaid of the Magdalenes, linocut by Ele Willoughby, 11" x 14", 2023
The Mermaid of the Magdalenes, linocut by Ele Willoughby, 11" x 14", 2023

The rugged east coast Magdalene Islands are all but barren of grass and trees, but the waters are rich in fish and people called it the “Kingdom of Fishes”. Traders could grow rich off the bounty of the sea. Long ago when sardines were first canned they were wildly popular. There was a great slaughter of sardines by greedy traders, who packed them in tiny boxes and shipped them all over the world. The tiny sardines were helpless against the onslaught. They saw their fellow sardines killed and their numbers were dwindling. They cried out for help, calling a meeting of all the fishes. There, they convinced their brethren to stand with them and punish those who fished and ate sardines.

On May Day a ship filled with sardine cans was wrecked on the rocks of the Magdalene Islands, its cargo strewn on shore. The daughter of a fish trader found a tin and was delighted, hoping to eat them. But, she was unable to get the can open sang a song of lament.

“I love sardines when they’re boiled with beans
And mixed with the sands of the sea.
I am dying for some.
Will nobody come and open this box for me?”

A disgusted skate heard her but was too timid to punish her. A merman wanted a land wife but he left her ashore because of his oath to the sardines. Finally the black lobster heard her and remembered his oath. He cunningly offered his help only to trick her and he grasped her with his strong claw and dragged her out to sea.

It’s believed he sold her to the merman. But on the 1st of May you can see her off the coast of the island, her glass in hand, looking longingly at shore as she brushes her hair, each year more and more a fish. The fishermen hear her lonely mournful songs and stay ashore least she drag them out to sea for company. 

 I found this story amongst the Canadian Folktales published by Cyrus MacMillan in 1922.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Cats in Space

Things I learned today (when not doing serious physics stuff):



I knew about Laika and Ham but did not know that anyone attempted to train catstronauts. There is more information here. There seems to be some real confusion over the identities of Félix and Félicette, and which was the tabby and which was the black and white cat, but since I found a peer-reviewed article in Médecine aéronautique et spatiale which states that it was the female cat Félicette, I figure that must be true, and I thought you (especially Faunalia) should know that the French sent cats into space in 1963.

That is all.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Birthday Party #4

birthday cake #4 So I flew into Chicago's O'Hare airport at 6 pm last night. I took a long, and interesting bus ride to Evanston, where I was met by and . We went to their home and had a lovely dinner, with birthday cake. I've finally got this worked out: you must visit a series of people around your birthday to maximize the cake input. It had great stripey candles and was really good, but I actually managed to set my hair on fire to the horror of my gracious hosts. Little damage was done, but it was dramatic.

framed minouette print

I am perpetually surprised, but always enjoy seeing my art in other people's homes. Now the minouette print can be joined by my portrait of their fresh-fruit loving Mr. Sammy Samuelson, Cat, Esq.

Sammy wants blueberries

Yesterday the mean UA man insisted that my poster tube was a piece of luggage, so he made me check my small suitcase and then charged $25 me for it. I bought my ticket through AC and even they don't pull that trick. Today at 5:18 pm I fly to LA. I bought this ticket through ANZ, but UA is the operator again... so I was thinking of trying the 'These are not the droids you are looking for,' approach and just bluster my way onto the plane with my laptop bag, small suit case and poster tube. Because if they charge me another $25, I'll feel like it would have been less hassle to send the tube ahead by FedEx.

In LA, I should meet RM and AS, who are on the same flight to Auckland. I can attempt to convince them to try to meld the posters into one five-poster tube... if that's physically possible. I don't know if LR will be there. She was asked by Immigration Canada to produce her passport for visa reasons and as of yesterday, she didn't yet have it back... so she may not be able to join us in NZ.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

meow!

cat pedestal by sewing machine I have a weakness for various art, design and fashion blogs. One of the biggest street fashion (cum high fashion) blogs around is The Satorialist. In fact over the course of its existence Sart has gone from amateur to professional, shooting on the streets to shooting at the shows and writing for magazines. They say imitation is the highest form of flattery. The TCA today directed me to The Catorialist! Check it out; they've re-created the The Satorialist look, right down to the American Feline Apparel ad on the side with cats. It's awesome. Minouette would approve.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Space Kitty Hover Pod

resting kitty astronautNot that she didn't already have it, but faunalia has secured herself a free electronics slave consultant with her BRONZE AND GLASS SCULPTURE - WITH LED - OF A CAT LAZILY FLYING A HOVERING SPACESHIP.

YES. I really typed that.

YES, IT'S MINE! Bwhahaha!

Yes, I would be very proud to be involved in any art show with faunalia's fuckin' fabulous work.

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hovering space cat Did I mention the GLOWING?
A simple coin battery-powered LED lights the glass rod and in the dark the diffracted light goes all blue at the base to really give that hovering feel.

I know that this could not have come into existance without Reynardin so I thank you both very very much. I also love the brainstorming about using our respective skills together. Am thinking on it.

Thanks Blythechild for organizing brunch and scintillating conversation as always.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

cool cats



The Cat Piano from PRA on Vimeo.


a noir animation via fenris_lorsrai on LJ.


Grafitti by Brusse in Barcelona, via Wooster Collective

Oh, and for the Josh Whedon hos, the craftster blog has posted Whedon themed needlework. Check it out.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Science at Sea... with more kittens

The whole secret to doing marine science is cleaning. Sad, but true. See, if you are sending electronics to the bottom of the ocean, you need to place them in a sealed vessel. Sometimes these are made of glass. Ours are made of aluminum. The pressure vessels are sealed by metal-to-metal contact. They have really really flat surfaces and employ o-rings (like your vacuum cleaner, except we keep much better care of them). We wash these surfaces and the o-rings ad nauseam. We wash them with Kimwipes. These are 'delicate task wipers'. They have no fibres which could scratch our surfaces or o-rings. So much of my professional life depends on these Kimwipes. It irks me that my cell phone would not let me text 'Kimwipes' as it assumes (correctly, but that's not the point here) that I cannot spell. So, you'll understand the need to post the cat-in-a-box ... of Kimwipes.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Parkdale - High Park

So the OB actually made a lovely Mothers Day Brunch. The DJ&K went to the DR, so it was just me and the OB&D and Mom (& the grand-dog, who nearly died of excitement). Then, I went to Trove and got some much needed shoes (as all current footware has extraneous holes... so I think it is okay to indulge in shoes). I took the Bathurst car south to King and along King, until everything came to a halt due to a procession from one of the Catholic Cathedrals west of Dufferin. The streetcar driver said, "I am opening the doors. I might be a WHILE." He sounded quite hopeless. So I wandered by the Worn Fashion Journal yard sale and only bought as many fabric samples as I could carry.* Wandering through Parkdale gave me a chance to photograph some of the graffiti and wheatpaste stuff that I have been eying.

cats, couple and flower
family
feline couple
Mr. Cat is checking out Little Miss Cat.
wheatpaste man
paint archeology
I love the texture and gentle faded colours on this wall.
little couple
wheatpaste message
bike heads These wheatpaste figures used to be men with motorbike-heads... but now they are all head. If you look closely you can still see the collars.
violin & vampire truck
This trunk has been on High Park Blvd. as long as I remember.

*I do not care what Faunalia says. I am not a fabric junkie. I need it. I do not buy more than I can carry... so like, it is not a problem... just a habit. ;)

Edit: If you are interested in the wheatpaste artist, coincidentally, the Wooster Collective published an interview with him today.