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Monday, August 24, 2015
Almost every child I’ve worked closely with asks me about death. People think children are shielded from thoughts about how life ends, but in my experience, they aren’t . If they haven’t yet dealt with the loss of a pet or a grandparent, they’ve seen death on t.v. It’s a great source of anxiety for them, just as it is for adults.
I mentor children that have been in the foster care system, so they’ve seen their share of loss. I live in a community where elders help support families who adopt children out of the foster care system. (See this link to Bridgemeadows.org) We have “elders” who are in their 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s and one who is in her 90s. The children can see we are growing old, and, and as much as we’d like to try to provide them with a sense of permanence, they know that we aren’t going to live forever.
I mentor children in the arts. We read and write stories, we do art work, and we play. These are all excellent channels for opening dialogue. I always try to take any of their worries seriously and not give them some sweet but thoughtless answer. I show them my pictures of my mom and brother who are no longer alive, but are with me in my heart, and in that hard to define place we call heaven.
|First spread left|
|First spread right|
I’m so glad now to find the picture book Little Bell and the Moon, by Giles Paley-Phillips, illustrated by Iris Deppe, Fat Fox Books, 2015, a gentle poetic story about how we journey through a life that has an end.
Little Bell befriends the moon, it tells her stories, then she follows it on adventures as she grows. Written in poetry, it’s a soothing meditation on life –
They travelled far across the seas,
To places cold, where things can freeze,
And forests where huge cedar trees
Like to waltz the passing breeze.
The story emphasizes adventure and dreams, for dreams are how we live through childhood, adulthood, parenthood and old age.
Death itself is a part of life. Regardless of what your spiritual beliefs are, there’s a cycle to life. We are returned to our elements and we remain in the hearts of those we traveled with. In this story, Bell turns into a star, and gives us a new way of imagining how our lives will shine on.
The book is beautifully illustrated, with deep, rich colors and wonderful details of all the different types of animals and environments on Earth. One of the girls I read it to described Bell’s moon as “fluffy, like a big person you like to hug.” There are two page spreads throughout the book. The night time colors create a gentle, restful world. Dreams of flying off with the moon come to life. I love the contrast between Bell’s room as a girl and as an elder -- you see the richness of her life in the details of her room.
And as the Moon shone down on Bell
Into a sleep she fell.
A darkness came across the Moon,
As Bell’s soul drifted from her room.
I’ve read it to 3 children now, and all of them have requested to hear it again when they’ve returned for another session. I’m glad to reread it, not only because it opens up a dialogue with them, but it reminds me of how much I miss friends and family who have died. It’s sad but good feeling. We all face death with confusion and sorrow. It’s good to have stories that create a container to for us to put those emotions and help us fly with them.
Giles Paley-Phillips books include The Fearsome Beastie, Tamara Small and the Monsters’ Ball, The Things You Never Knew About Dinosaurs, Princess Stay Awake and There’s a Lion in My Bathroom (proceeds of which go to Leukemia research.
Fat Fox is a new independent publisher based in England. I love their mission statement:
We published our first beautifully written and gorgeously illustrated children’s picture books and fiction in 2014 and our growing list just keeps getting better.
Any child from anywhere, regardless of their background, should be given the opportunity to be enthralled by stories. Reading is the most exciting tool we possess, and stories create magic in the world around us. Fat Fox wants to bring the most inspiring, funny and dazzling books to a whole world of young readers and listeners and to install a lifelong love for reading.
Check out their website to see what the other great books they’re publishing.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
You know you’re living an extraordinary life when you get to the end of the day and realize you’ve had a meaningful conversation with a friend, heard great live music, and gotten to pet a Madagascan giant hissing cockroach.
The hissing cockroach was only one of the exotic creatures I got to see and touch, thanks to Bug Chick Kristie Reddick, MS, an entomologist who brought a small collection of Amazing Arthropods to the Kenton Library here in Portland. She’s an expert on solifuge arachnids, or camel spiders, also known as jumping spiders or wind scorpions.
The Bug Chicks teach about the world of insects and try to instill a sense of respect for these little creatures that are a vital part of our Earth’s ecosystem. Reddick and her partner, Jessica Honaker, M.S., create fun, accurate science media. Their sci-comm articles can be seen on NPR’s Science Friday website and their videos are teaching the next generation of entomologists and bugdorks. Throughout the year they teach in every venue imaginable- from schools and libraries to camps, museums and festivals. Their business is located in Portland, Oregon, but they travel all over the world to film, photograph and teach about insects, spiders and other arthropods.
I had planned to take one of my young friends from BridgeMeadows to their program, but none were available, so I went by myself. I may have been the oldest person there.
My attitude toward bugs has changed a lot over the years as I’ve learned more about how interrelated and interdependent all beings on this planet are. There was a time when I thought slugs (because they’re gross) and mosquitoes (because their bites itch & they carry diseases) were some kind of evolutionary mistake.
I’ve always loved beetles, butterflies, dragonflies and moths, though.
|From Biophilia by Christoper Marley reviewed here|
Then a few years ago I was given a book called The Sound of A Wild Snail Eating by Elizabeth Tova Bailey. It was a memoir of Bailey’s struggle with “a mysterious viral or bacterial pathogen, resulting in severe neurological symptoms...” While the illness kept her bedridden, she observed a wild snail that had taken up residence in a pot of violets on her nightstand. By observing the snail’s “molluscan anatomy, cryptic defenses, clear decision making, hydraulic locomotion, and mysterious courtship activities, Bailey becomes an astute and amused observer, offering a candid and engaging look at the curious life of this under-appreciated small animal.”
It’s lovely book. I keep it on my anti-depressant bookshelf. Life brims with amazing creatures and beings. Even when we’re at our most powerless, if we are observant, we can glimpse the miraculous in the ordinary. Nature is the ultimate teacher, and now I don’t think any living thing, even the ones that try to kills us, are a mistake. It’s more that I haven’t yet learned enough about them and the mysteries of life and death.
That said, I don’t actually want to touch a slug, which isn't an arthropod, but a gastropod, but falls under my personal definition of a bug. I still swat mosquitos, and I deeply dislike cockroaches. I lived in too many squalid infested places to ever have any respect for them. I always hope that it’s beetles, not roaches, that will inherit the earth.
According to Reddick, though, only about 30 of the 4,000 species of roaches are associated with human habitats and only 4 of those are considered pests. They’re probably pests more because of our own living conditions and diseases than anything they are doing by being roaches. Still, they can’t live in my house.
I always love it when my mind is pried open a little. That’s one reason I loved the Bug Chick’s presentation. She was funny (you should see her imitation of a crab or a cicada) and helped us understand exactly what an arthropod is. She had us pet our own fingernails. That's what most bugs feel like, the smooth hard skin of our fingernails.
What impressed me the most, however, was how Reddick recognized and addressed fear. She was great at getting control of a room of rambunctious children and took their fears very seriously. She told us about her own fear of bugs when she was a child, but she made a conscious decision to not live in fear. She was told she was no good at science, now she’s an award winning scientist who has discovered a new species of solifuge.
Saying things like it’s gross, I’m afraid, and I can’t just put limits on your life. When a child was afraid to touch the specimens Reddick gently passed around (“stroke them don’t poke them”), she would ask that child to put his or her hand under her own. “We’re holding it together. It’s not so scary now, is it?”
One child was absolutely resistant and said she wasn’t going to touch a bug under any circumstances. She had “a thing” about bugs. Her eyes were wide with a deep fear, but after some gentle education from Reddick, she became enthusiastic and petted the giant hissing cockroach.
And so did I.
When Reddick was closing the presentation, she told us not to limit ourselves and to be proud of overcoming our fears. For a brief moment I wondered what would happen if, when I was kid, I went home and told my mom I pet a giant cockroach at the library. She probably would have sprayed me with disinfectant and called the doctor for a thorough examination of my crazy little head. I don’t know what she would have made of my description of the vinegar spraying uropygi.
|Kristie Reddick and her uropygi|
Interested in learning more about the insect world? Check out The Bug Chicks and their fun videos here. They have a great blog with craft ideas and they also have an arthropod coloring book.
If you're interested in learning more about the world around you, you can also look at my review of this gorgeous book on Beetles, some of the more beautiful bugs on Earth. You can also check out books on botanists and botanical art here, the brain here, and images of the cosmos here.
Whether you're big or small, it’s an amazing planet.
Monday, August 17, 2015
“Have you ever wondered why monkeys have such a reputation for being mischievous? Well, quite frankly, it is a title well deserved…
Monkeys lie to each other. When searching for food, monkeys often travel in groups with a leader at the front. If this leader has a dishonest streak and discovers a delicious treat, sometimes they will tell their fellow monkeys that they’ve seen a predator. All of the other monkeys will scatter to safety whilst the leader casually gobbles the treat alone. Sneaky little devils!”
One of the challenging things about reading with children is that they expect you to have all the answers to their questions. But in Mad About Monkeys, written and illustrated by Owen Davey, questions are answered before they even think them up. This gorgeous and informative book is a delight from cover to cover.
|Fantastic and simple way to understand that humans are primates but not monkeys|
The book defines monkeys, when they evolved, their habitats and what they eat.
Davey’s writing style is engaging and conversational as he explains the differences between Old and New World monkeys, how monkeys socialize, their size and peculiarities. He gives a brief look at monkeys in mythology.
He ends with a sobering but hopeful look at the shrinking habitat of monkeys due to deforestation.
Davey even answers questions kids might be too embarrassed to ask, such as “Why such colorful bums?” In my case, the question lead to much hilarity in discussing the difference between American and British English and the many words there are for bottoms.
The stylized illustrations are warm and detailed. Text and pictures are interwoven, so it’s easy to get immersed in the page. My scans do them no justice, you really must see them live -- luckily that's as easy as going to your bookstore or library. This book would be a wonderful gift for a reluctant or avid reader -- it works on many levels.
It's published by Flying Eye, so the design is exceptional, with compelling end papers and title page.
On his website, Davey says:
“I am an award-winning Freelance Illustrator, living & working in Leicester, UK. I have a First Class BA(Hons) Degree in Illustration from Falmouth University. I am the illustrator for the fiendishly addictive puzzle game TwoDots which has been #1 in over 70 countries. I was also the illustrator for Tinybop's brilliantly fun Robot Factory app. My work has been published in every continent except Antarctica, including picture books in UK, America, Australia, Germany, France, The Netherlands, Portugal, China & South Korea…. In my spare time, I write and play in a band called LOM, bake cakes & quickly consume them, swim & run, play nerdy computer games, read books intended for teenagers or children, and watch a variety of HBO programmes in my pyjamas.”
I recently bought the book Build A Robot: Build 3 Wind-up Robots That Walk, Wiggle and Wave, by Steve Parker, that Davey illustrated and designed cardboard robots for. Published by Templar books in 2014, it was a great hit with one of my video game addicted 10 year old friends. The book has history of robots, integrates the illustrations with the text and it has the excellent interactive element. So far, my friend and I have built two of the robots and he’s totally sold on the idea of interactive books – since when you finish the challenge of building the robot, it’s something real that you can play with even when your mom won't let you have any more screen time. And the designs are fantastic.
From monkeys to robots, Owen Davey is definitely an illustrator and writer to look out for.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
It’s increasingly difficult to find picture books that you can sit down and read with a child that takes more than 10 minutes to read. I love many of these short books, and I realize that people’s relationship to time has changed, but I also love sharing a long story with a child.
The great thing about being an older person is that I have a little more time. Folk tales and stories of the olden days are a particular pleasure to share because it gives the child a chance to ask lots of questions. It’s also pleasure to introduce them to black and white illustration and different ways of using color.
I was delighted to see that the University of MinnesotaPress has reprinted 1941 book, Lief the Lucky, by Ingri and Edgar Parin D’Aulaire. A big gorgeous book that tells the Norse folktale of Erik the Red and his son Leif the Lucky, and how they discovered Greenland and North America.
I often get books by mail, and when this one came in, I opened it in the lobby of my building. One of my ten year old neighbors here at Bridge Meadows saw me opening the package, saw the cover and wanted to read it with me immediately. (Bridge Meadows is a community that supports families adopting children from the foster care system, so it’s not unusual for me to have encounters with bored kids.)
I had the book, I had the time. And I was as taken by the gorgeous and inviting illustrations as my friend was. We sat in the alcove in the lobby where there’s a couch and we were both transported to an enchanted past, discovering uncharted lands, learning about the tribal nature of Norsemen and their customs.
Leif was raised by his father in Greenland, where he wrestled with polar bear cubs, watched the Norse gods race in the glow of the Northern Lights, then sailed out on his own. He bestowed gifts to King Olav and on the way back he discovered “a beautiful land with forests of strange trees growing all the way down to the shores.” The encounters with Skraellinger, the dark men, of this “Vinland,” were at first peaceful, but soon things degenerated. The D’Aulaire’s poked a bit of fun at the battle that sent the Norsemen back home. We also are told how some Norsemen evolved into Eskimos.
|The illustrations are breathtaking throughout the book.|
About every other page, my young friend asked a question. Why did they need to take the dragon head off the boat? What are Northern Lights?
Why did the king punish the man for eating after the king had stopped? We were introduced to strange new words and images.
I was so glad I took the time to read this book to my young friend. I know he has a mild case of dyslexia and attention deficit disorder, so sitting with him, involving him in a longish (60 pages) book was more than magical. I was so pleased to hear him request more books like this.
We were both amazed by the illustrations. I wondered if they were pencil sketches with watercolor, but the technique was a little more complex than I knew. I got this information on the D’Aulaire’s on the New York Review Books website:
Ingri Mortenson and Edgar Parin d’Aulaire met at art school in Munich in 1921. Edgar’s father was a noted Italian portrait painter, his mother a Parisian. Ingri, the youngest of five children, traced her lineage back to the Viking kings.
|From around 1960, Wikipedia|
The couple married in Norway, then moved to Paris. As Bohemian artists, they often talked about emigrating to America. “The enormous continent with all its possibilities and grandeur caught our imagination,” Edgar later recalled.
A small payment from a bus accident provided the means. Edgar sailed alone to New York where he earned enough by illustrating books to buy passage for his wife. Once there, Ingri painted portraits and hosted modest dinner parties. The head librarian of the New York Public Library’s juvenile department attended one of those. Why, she asked, didn’t they create picture books for children?
The d’Aulaires published their first children’s book in 1931. Next came three books steeped in the Scandinavian folklore of Ingri’s childhood. Then the couple turned their talents to the history of their new country. The result was a series of beautifully illustrated books about American heroes, one of which, Abraham Lincoln, won the d’Aulaires the American Library Association’s Caldecott Medal. Finally they turned to the realm of myths.
The d’Aulaires worked as a team on both art and text throughout their joint career. Originally, they used stone lithography for their illustrations. A single four-color illustration required four slabs of Bavarian limestone that weighed up to two hundred pounds apiece. The technique gave their illustrations an uncanny hand-drawn vibrancy. When, in the early 1960s, this process became too expensive, the d’Aulaires switched to acetate sheets which closely approximated the texture of lithographic stone.
In their nearly five-decade career, the d’Aulaires received high critical acclaim for their distinguished contributions to children’s literature. They were working on a new book when Ingri died in 1980 at the age of seventy-five. Edgar continued working until he died in 1985 at the age of eighty-six.
This book will delight anyone interested in book arts and illustration. The University of Minnesota has also republished the D’Aulaire’s Children of the Northlights, and Ola, both of which I look forward to.
Leif the Lucky is a great book to share with someone on a cold winter night, or a warm summer one, or in an apartment lobby, where it might transport you to a new world, an old world, and a place of enchantment.
Friday, August 7, 2015
I fell in love with the book Delta Jewels from the moment I saw the cover, the sweet face of Mrs. Annyce P. Campbell, age 90, staring out at me with an expression both welcoming and reserved, with both sorrow and joy in her eyes.
Delta Jewels: In Search of My Grandmother’s Wisdom – Portraits and Interviews with My Elders by Alysia Burton Steele, (Center Street Books, 2015) is a deep warm look at elder women of the Mississippi Delta.
I lived in Memphis for the first 46 years of my life. Memphis is really more North Mississippi than Tennessee. I’ve never driven, so I rode the bus a lot. It always amazed me that it was the elder Black women on a crowded bus, who, seeing my limp, would quickly give up their seats for me. I told them I was fine, but they kindly and firmly insisted I sit myself down.
There’s something in Mrs. Campbell’s face gazing from the book that reminded me of those kind women who showed great dignity in everything they did.
“My paternal grandmother died in 1994. Although I’ve taken photos since I was fifteen years old, I never thought about taking Gram’s photo or recording her voice. Those were the days before cell phone cameras! I thought there would be more time, but instead I took her for granted. I’ve missed her increasingly over the years. Time didn’t stop my brain from trying to remember, having regrets, wondering what I could have done to preserve every single thing about her, before she became a shadow of a memory.
I could honor – and perhaps recapture – her memory by recording stories from other women of her generation, I thought, so I began to interview and photograph grandmothers in Mississippi, my new home state.
|From Mississippi Delta National Heritage Area and Delta Center for Culture and Learning|
These Delta Jewels are matriarchs of their families, like my grandmother. They are church women, female elders, living witnesses to history. They are ordinary women, who have lived extraordinary lives as they courageously faced the injustices of the Jim Crow era and experienced the hard-won changes and victories of the Civil Rights Movement.
I now have more than fifty grandmothers who have revealed to me the significance of being a woman – child, daughter, sister, wife, mother and grandmother. They’ve helped me -- a biracial woman born to an interracial couple – embrace and understand more of my black identity. These Delta Jewels, photographed and portrayed here in their own words, provided me with wisdom and strength to engage the world with power and to encourage the next generation.”
Steele weaves her own story through the book and so it becomes and odyssey of identity as a well as a tribute to grandmothers. Steele’s writing is lively, personal, and gracious. She doesn’t keep a detached distance from the women she interviews.
The voices and history of elderly Black women in the Mississippi Delta are particularly poignant and important. As we still struggle to become a nation that respects every American, it’s vital to capture the history of people whose voices have largely been ignored.
These are endangered stories that need to be preserved so that we can see where we came from and what the future might hold for us. These women have shown grit, determination, and faith. They’ve faced turbulence all their lives, without the blinders we have now that we are saturated by technology. We’re a richer nation because of them. Take the story of Mrs. Delcia Davis. You can click the pictures to enlarge them:
I love the black and white photography and the presentation of each jewel's story. Some of the photographs are full page, some are tucked into corners of the text -- it's a lovely and elegant book. Here's a video trailer where you can hear and see more:
Alysia Burton Steele is an award-winning photographer and author. In 2006 she won a Pulitzer Prize as part of the picture editing team with The Dallas Morning News for their coverage of Hurricane Katrina. Steele is currently an assistant professor for The Meek School of Journalism and New Media at The University of Mississippi. Born in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, she now resides in Oxford, Mississippi.
You can read more about her and the Delta Jewels on her website by clicking here.
|Love & history are powerful things|
Monday, August 3, 2015
I frequently visit a shop here in Portland, Oregon, called Paxton Gate, “a store known for its magical mix of neo-Victorian delights, eclectic animal and plant ephemera, taxidermy, exotic plants—including the carnivorous variety—framed and mounted insects, jewelry, unique gardening tools, affordable art, vintage scientific instruments and more.”
|from Paxton Gate Website|
I love looking at the shells, insect specimens, plants, fossils and rocks. They also have a collection of animal taxidermy. I’ve asked about them and found that they are part of modern ecological ethics and taxidermists use reclamation from institutions and zoos as a way of keeping dead creatures around for study and aesthetic pleasure. I’m not drawn to it, but I was glad to hear that there are standards for such things.
I took some friends there once to show them the great collection of plants, science toys, and weird art -- they have knitted dissected frogs and animal skeletons in Victorian dress. I think of this as typical Portland weirdness, but they also have splendid scientific prints, books, inks and journals.
Both of my friends expressed some distress at the taxidermy. They thought I was naïve to think that the taxidermy didn’t come from thoughtless killing of animals.
So I was much relieved, when I got the beautiful book Biophilia, the art of Christopher Marley, published this year by Abrams Books, to find a few page dedicated to “Reclamation and the Pursuit of Karma-Friendly Taxidermic Experience.” His father was a breeder of Australian parrots. He began to use specimens from his father’s collection that had died of natural causes. Then:
“I suddenly realized that my dilemma of wanting desperately to work with organisms of all kinds but not being willing to kill them had found a limited solution….After months of methodically working through all of my years of accumulated contacts, I was over joyed to find that there were other individuals and institutions, breeders, aviaries, aquariums, sanctuaries, and zoos that had similar practices. The opportunity to preserve rare and exotic birds, reptiles, and other vertebrates was suddenly becoming a reality. I was ecstatic.”
From Christopher Marley’s website:
“Specimens are reclaimed, bred or harvested from dozens of countries on every inhabited continent. Our vertebrates are always reclaimed organisms that come from institutions and breeders here in the U.S. after they die of natural or incidental causes. My work preserves for generations what would otherwise be discarded and lost forever. The invertebrates are sustainably collected in their various countries of origin – offering local catchers a powerful financial incentive to protect and guard their habitats to ensure the continued survival of the very species they collect.”
Whether I’m naïve or not, the artwork of Marley is exquisite and inviting, it honors nature in a way I’ve never seen before. He uses actual specimens, preserves their structure and color, arranges them, frames them and brings them back to life in a way that only art can. Though he is working with their bodies, he captures their spirit. And like when I spend time at a natural history museum, or in a garden, I always come away from his art wanting to draw.
Biophilia means love of life, “an instinctive kinship with the rest of the living, breathing world.” Marley says:
“As human beings, we are at the top of the food chain in every ecosystem that we inhabit, yet we retain an innate affection for the rest of creation. I have never met – indeed, I cannot imagine – a person who does not derive stimulation and fulfillment from some form of life apart from our own species, one who cannot and does not appreciate a single plant or single nonhuman animal species.”
I like that he works with bugs, spiders, and reptiles, because so many of us find them creepy. We’re afraid of them. In Marley’s art, they are presented like jewels and a sense of awe over takes fear. He has work that combines the colors of insects with the colors of minerals and gems. I realize how fear interferes with our ability to see the beauty around us.
I think as we teeter toward our own extinction, we're learning that we're part of a larger ecosystem and even these humble creatures like beetles and urchins are a part of the health of our planet, the health of each of us. We need ways of being less fearful. In Biophilia, Marley frames a new way for us to see beyond fear and find wonder.
Christopher Marley is an artist, designer and photographer. His first book, Pheromone, focused on his artwork with insects. He maintains design studios in Oregon and Kuala Lumpur. You can see more of Marley’s work at his website: http://www.pheromonedesign.com/
You can see more about Paxton Gate by clicking here; http://paxtongate.com/paxton/portland
You can see more of Abrams wonderful books here: http://www.abramsbooks.com/
And remember, as Bill Waterson said, "There's treasure everywhere."