maira kalman, you are inspiring my brains out (with your illustrations of course, but even more so) with your don't worry, "why not?" posture. me the grump, the longface burnout, all lit up on blah embroidery and sloppy paint brocade. elaborate documentation of history's endearing no-name clutter. who'd've thought?! who'd've possibly ever guessed that days later i would lock up with a little paintbrush and a hotel needle kit and cover my walls and ceilings with waxy scribbled street scenes and calm canvas mementos of unworthy memories, until they carted me off to a padded place where a live quilter quilted my cell soft, prime for floss stenography, and her hands the size of mackerels working all the time until we lived inside a cram-packed pillow compartment forever together?!? who'd'a woulda coulda?!? what an eye tooth, new york times, and thank you for commissioning.
click the pics for a whole day whale to swallow and see.
