Canada purchased part of the Dead Sea Scrolls in 1947 but never actually received them.
approval pending
I liked the idea of a countdown of stamps denoting the "strange death" of britishness in Canada. These stamps come from the period covered in the book - expo 67. Expo was billed as Canada's coming out party on the world stage but our ties to britain were still very much evident as these commemorative stamps suggest. Still working on the type - not quite there yet.
I liked the idea of a countdown of stamps denoting the "strange death" of britishness in Canada. These stamps come from the period covered in the book - expo 67. Expo was billed as Canada's coming out party on the world stage but our ties to britain were still very much evident as these commemorative stamps suggest. Still working on the type - not quite there yet.
This was the first sketch I presented and it kind of received a lukewarm reception. I decided to go back to one of my original ideas. I liked the idea of a bullet slicing through a rope used for ringing a church bell. Church bells are melted down into bullets in wartime so I liked the visual metaphor but I was having trouble getting the right feel for it. The version below looks like a chessy stock image.
In the end I went for an illustrative approach. I often get asked about my work process and I am always at a loss for words. I just thought of the perfect way to describe it. I just keep slogging away at it until it stops looking cheesy.
Boxing the Compass
Richard Greene
Off to the printer
I did the sketch quite a while back.
The photo comes from a travel site I found on the web by Gemeah Howarth-Hockey
Boxing the compass refers to the ability to memorize all 32 points on a compass. It also refers to the action of a rudderless boat which will eventually rotate in a full circle hitting all the points on a compass. The title poem deals with a father on his death bed. The boat on the cover has a coffin shape which I thought was perfect.
So I wait with you in a crowded dark
where ageing men must revive or perish,
and wonder, my father, what under morphine
your dreams are? The old man on his ship’s deck
and you a boy among the ropes and canvas –
that hour’s sunlight over all the days you’ve seen
Off to the printer
I did the sketch quite a while back.
The photo comes from a travel site I found on the web by Gemeah Howarth-Hockey
Boxing the compass refers to the ability to memorize all 32 points on a compass. It also refers to the action of a rudderless boat which will eventually rotate in a full circle hitting all the points on a compass. The title poem deals with a father on his death bed. The boat on the cover has a coffin shape which I thought was perfect.
So I wait with you in a crowded dark
where ageing men must revive or perish,
and wonder, my father, what under morphine
your dreams are? The old man on his ship’s deck
and you a boy among the ropes and canvas –
that hour’s sunlight over all the days you’ve seen
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