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.
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.