Chap-books of the eighteenth century, 1882
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Chap-books of the eighteenth century, 1882
William Mortensen, Off For The Sabbot, 1927.
Resonance
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Some Muppet items: a few behind the scenes shots, one featuring a fugitive from Star Wars, and Kermit and Fozzie with Presbyterians.
Pre-Columbian masks from Central/South America.
Tokyo Metropolitan Government Office 1957-1991 -Kenzo Tange-
Collaborated with Taro Okamoto , 7 mural paintings
“L’ultra-meuble” by Kurt Seligmann, exhibited at the Paris Surrealist Exhibition, 1938
1962
Julie Adams and Ricou Browning in Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954)
A sense of dread permeates the work of Lieko Shiga as if we are privy to a pagan ritual in some secret village in Japan. What she has achieved during her extended stay in Kitakama is a dreamlike fable of a coastal community tainted by the ghosts of the recent tsunami. Deeply unnerving stuff.
Joan Collins. Empire of the Ants.
by Mike Chiechi
Jim Henson (September 24, 1936–May 16, 1990).
When we think of the term “creative genius”, we often tend to think of wild, eccentric maniacs, unapproachable scatterbrains, possessed or cursed with The Creative Spirit. Gentle, unassuming Jim Henson however, with his unique brand of hippie love and manic absurdism, was the real thing: a creative genius, someone who fully deserves that overused title.
I often wonder what great things he’d have been up to today.
Outside of my family and friends, Jim Henson is the person who most shaped my childhood. If my blog can be regarded as a pantheon of Gods, and Marilyn Monroe is Venus, and Brigitte Bardot Diana, Jim Henson is Jupiter. He breathed life into lifeless materials, creating characters with dreams, hopes, fears, desires and destinies; characters who lived on when he died. He was the ultimate animator: he could make a piece of string have personality. We regard his creations as soulful beings, rather than as puppets; it’s no wonder kids—and grownups—who meet his characters automatically look the puppet in the eye, and not the puppeteer behind it.
The only thing that rivalled my love of Sesame Street when I was a kid, was the Muppets; the only thing that could compete with the Muppets was Fraggle Rock. They populated the bright, colorful surface of Jim Henson’s world; below, underground, there were darker things going on: Labyrinth, Dark Crystal, the Storyteller. They were made with the same care, the same passion, the same philosophy. It’s not often you find someone who has both artistic integrity and a talent for business, a dedication to quality and smart commercial instincts, who’s equally famous for bad puns and lingering words of wisdom. But Jim’s magnificent spirit contained all of this and more, and today, if my blog could hand out a Medal of Weirdland to someone, Jim Henson would receive one.
Penguin sci-fi covers by Italian artist, Franco Grignani (1908-1999). 1969-70.