Archive for June, 2010

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Since the last few days have been a little…uh…busy, I didn’t get around to flipping to this month’s page in my Charley Harper calendar until this weekend. When I did, I just had to laugh. Mr. Harper must have known I’d have these particular critters on the brain this month. How apropos.

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I had another bit of Harper synchronicity when I stumbled across this long-coveted book at the U-Dub Bookstore in Seattle on Saturday (and of course had to bring it home with me).

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Since the weather was too lovely that day to pass up, I decided to take my patented, impossibly labyrinthine Back Way to get there. It adds an extra half hour onto the drive, but there’s no traffic, and the view is spectacular.

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Case in point.

I stopped and got out at an overlook at Browns Point to snap this photo and grok the view—until a weird sound distracted me from the scenery. It sounded like something rusty and mechanical was working back and forth, like an old-fashioned water pump. Hoik! Hoik! Hoik!

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It was hard to tell, what with the echoes ricocheting everywhere, but it sounded like it was coming from a scrap barge directly below. (If you’re wondering, those are hundreds and hundreds of crushed cars on that barge.) Hoik! (hoik) Hoik! (hoik) Hoik! (hoik)

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And then I caught sight of them: sea lions. Barking their little heads off. Hoik! Hoik! Hoik! And it was loud! Even though I was 200 feet above them, the echoes amplified their voices into an impressive din.

I don’t know about you, but that made my day. Just thought I’d share.

If you don’t know what a bunch of jabbering sea lions sounds like, or you want the other members of your household to wonder what’s making that unholy racket come out of your computer, you can browse YouTube’s fine selection of videos. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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Poster designed and printed by the amazing Ric Matthies

I meant to post this last night, but it was all I could do just to get to bed, and not fall asleep on the floor, buried under all the receipts and mailers.

So as of last night, twenty-four hours after posting Drill, Baby, Drill online, we are down to eleven numbered copies. Eleven! And I haven’t even finished hailing all the subscribers yet (don’t worry, subscribers, your copies are safe!). I am just completely floored. I think the response you folks have given us may have burned a hole through my computer screen.

To give a few more local folks a chance at ‘em, I’m going to set aside five of those last eleven, and bring them with me on Sunday to the next Tacoma is for Lovers craft fair. No reservations for these five, no snagging them before Sunday; just first-come, first-served. So come say hello at my table—you’ll recognize me, because I’ll be the one who looks a little punchy after all these orders!

Tacoma is for Lovers! (no disrespect to Virginia)
Sunday, June 13, 2010
11 a.m. to 4 p.m., free!
King’s Books
218 St. Helens Ave., T-town

As for the rest (and any unsold after Sunday), I’ll post them one at a time on Etsy, unless somebody orders by email first.

Thank you to everybody who had to put up with my dropping the ball when it came to updating the quantities on Etsy. I wandered away from the computer a couple of times—once for this, on our garage:

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and once more for this:

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So thanks for being patient and flexible—we’re all straightened out now.

Now, to all of you: I simply can’t find the words to express my thanks. Your emails poured in; you called to congratulate us; you posted comments; you told your friends; you spread the word like wildfire on Twitter and Facebook; you shared your stories. You have continued to show your unflagging support for a gal trying to make a living by drawing pictures. And you have reminded me that on the whole people are good, and that we want to come together to heal the damage in the Gulf—and to come up with a better solution for everyone. That brought me to tears all over again—this time, the kind that come with a smile.

I’m off to send our donation to Oceana. With everything I have, thank you all. I can only hope my drawings can be worthy of your hearts.

Update: we are now completely SOLD OUT. Thanks, everyone!

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Okay, I know the title is a bit controversial. But it was either that or something laden with obscenities—Jessica and I are feeling murderous less than charitable towards the oil industry at the moment. Thus far the Deepwater Horizon/British Petroleum oil “spill” (leak? deluge? hemorrhage?) has poured tens of millions of gallons of oil into the Gulf of Mexico—a fact that stopped us in our tracks, mid-way through a different piece, and changed our course for this season’s broadside.

I wish I could say this was a fun piece to create; dwelling on current events and spending days poring through images of oil-soaked animals has been one of the most depressing, enraging experiences I’ve had in my career. Luckily, I could spend the rest of my energy drawing the inspiring quote by writer, scientist and environmentalist Rachel Carson:

“To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh, to watch the flight of shore birds that have swept up and down the sun lines of the continents for untold thousands of year … is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly eternal as any earthly life can be.”

This is by far the longest quote we’ve tackled yet, and I needed convincing before I could justify the pins and needles I’d feel in my hand afterward. But it turns out that the quote reads like a poem, and it opened up all kinds of image possibilities.

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I couldn’t face the idea of drawing any of the oil spill’s destruction, so I chose instead to focus on the wildlife affected by the spill—including several already-endangered species. A manatee and dolphin play in deep ocean blue, while plovers dash by in a sandy gold that becomes the sickly tea-colored oil pouring from a hidden offshore rig (okay, so maybe a little of my anger found its way into the drawing). Baby sea turtles inch their way to the shore; a roseate spoonbill nests in a corner; a brown pelican sits, surveying the scene. How many creatures can you find?

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One positive note that we can hold onto is the hope that we might make a bit of difference with our art. Our Dead Feminists have made their way to 40 states and 9 countries outside the U.S., so the word is definitely spreading. And we’ll be donating a portion of the proceeds from Drill, Baby, Drill to Oceana, an international organization focused on ocean conservation and dedicated to ending offshore drilling.

There. I said it. We want to ban offshore drilling outright. Forever.

I don’t mean to offend any readers on the other side of that particular fence (if any are left; I hope the series hasn’t already alienated half of the population…), but this is one issue around which I simply cannot tiptoe.

I do have to admit, though, that researching images of baby river otters did help to take my mind off of the bad news…even if all that ridiculous cuteness did distract me a bit from the task at hand. If you can afford to be sucked in, go visit that link, and prepare to melt.

Drill, Baby, Drill: No. 8 in the (Dead) Feminist Broadside series
Edition size: 136
Poster size: 10 x 18 inches

Printed on an antique Vandercook Universal One press, on archival, 100% rag paper. Each piece is hand-colored and signed by both artists.

Colophon reads:
Rachel Louise Carson (1907 – 1964) was born in rural Pennsylvania, where she was “happiest with wild birds and creatures as companions.” After majoring in science in college, Rachel won a fellowship at the Marine Biological Laboratory at Woods Hole and pursued marine zoology at Johns Hopkins. Carson had a long career with the US Fish and Wildlife Service and wrote numerous books and articles, including Under the Sea-Wind, The Sea Around Us, The Sense of Wonder, and the best-seller Silent Spring, in which she warned an uninformed public about the dangerous overuse of chemicals like DDT. The book—reminding us of our critical part in nature and the potential to cause irreversible harm—launched the environmental movement that led to the formation of the Environmental Protection Agency and the passage of the Endangered Species Act. Carson is memorialized with a National Wildlife Refuge in her name and a posthumous Presidential Medal of Freedom.

Illustrated by Chandler O’Leary and printed by Jessica Spring, as oil pours into the Gulf Coast, leaving tar balls on the beaches and moving inland towards salt marshes. 136 copies were printed by hand at Springtide Press in Tacoma. June 2010

Price: $35
(Subscribers to the entire series pay $30. If you’re interested in subscribing, send me a note at chandler [at] anagram-press [dot] com.)

Available now in the shop!

We’ve now got postcard reproductions of the first 7 broadsides, too. Everyone who subscribes starting with any of the broadsides still available will receive one free set of postcards.

(The next Feminist Broadside will be released in late August 2010…we hope. Maybe I’m jinxing ourselves by even mentioning it.)

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If I ran the world, there would be a national holiday to celebrate the first strawberries and cream of the season. This is worth the closing of stores, school cancellations, paid vacation time. I would send greeting cards for this. Happy Berry Day!

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To all our subscribers, and to everyone who wrote or called to check in on us, thank you—the Feminist Broadside series is still alive and well. We’ve just had a bit of a detour, is all.

The next print in the series will be making its in-person debut on Tuesday—these few snippets might give you a clue as to our latest theme. Jessica and I will be doing our dog-and-pony show at the Gig Harbor branch of the Pierce County Library; if you’ve missed our previous lectures, come check it out! If you have seen seen it, you’ll already know our schtick, but you’ll still get to see the new piece first! As always, you can also get up to speed by reading about our process here.

Pressing Matters: local letterpress artists combine craft with history
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
7:00 p.m., free!
Gig Harbor Branch, Pierce County Library
4424 Point Fosdick Drive NW, Gig Harbor, WA

For more information and a map, click here

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We’re a month late with the new broadside for a couple of reasons. The longest (4 months!) and most annoying delay came from the fact that we’ve had to switch to a different paper. I know that sounds silly, but the paper industry is very volatile, and if you’ve ever used a type of paper that you love, only to have it be discontinued (or worse, the company goes out of business), you’ll know how frustrating it can be to find a reasonable facsimile. I guess we should have seen this one coming—the paper we’ve been using is not only extremely unusual (made from recycled clothing!), but it’s also made by a tiny, independent paper company. It’s a long story, but the short version is that the paper is now perpetually on back-order, and we had begun to notice quality issues. So! We’ve finally found a very good, high-quality replacement, and while it doesn’t quite have the Cool Factor of the other stuff, we certainly have a lot less to worry about.

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The broadside will appear online (both here and in the Etsy shop) on Wednesday, so stay tuned for more information. And in the meantime, in case you’re debating whether it’s worth the Sturdy Gertie bridge toll to attend the talk, you can say hello to the giant octopus on the way!

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(I just learned that one of the world’s largest species of octopus lives in the Tacoma Narrows, right under the bridge—a fact that completely made my week, and that I’ve obviously been dying to work in to a blog post.)