I just found out about the Eric Carle Museum of Picture Book Art, and, quite literally, felt the urge to jump up and drive to Amherst, MA this instant. I happened upon it while I was looking for a poster of a scene from Ezra Jack Keats’s book The Snowy Day, which apparently doesn’t exist. I missed the EJK exhibit, sadly, but the new ones are amazing… Totally wish I had known last year. Anyway, here’s my favorite picture from this book. It so totally sums up how a completely active and vibrant mind can result in stillness–there’s just too much thinking going on to still be able to handle motor function.
One of my favorite scenes of all time. Reminds me of my son most intensely.
While visiting the Eric Carle museum, I also rediscovered the art of Kay Nielsen, many of whose work I remember from the fairy tales and Hans Christian Andersen tales I read as a kid. It goes a long way to explaining my love of Art Nouveau, I think. His work is *way* creepy-cool.
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