Here is a preview of five images from a new collection of Marc’s drawings that we are just about done putting together for publication. The collection is called Monsters and Heroes and the drawings were chosen from Marc’s plethora of sketchbooks and notebooks from the last several years.
I’ll know we’ll have done it right if the final thing feels like a combination of instructive tale about the tricky nature of face value, colouring book, and high contrast, eyeball giddying stare-a-thron.
This drawing illustrates a passage from Peru: Hell and Back an article by Kira Salak on the National Geographic website. The author describes her experiences during several ayahuasca rituals conducted under shamanic guidance in the Peruvian Amazon.
All of the text in the image is taken from the article.
I originally came across the article via Arthurmag.
Zak Meadow is a comic strip that ran in Room Magazine (an alternative arts monthly based in Windsor, Ontario) from 1997 to 2001. These photocopied zines were originally published between 1998 and 2000.
This is the web edition of a large format painted art zine. It is 30 pages long. It’s dimensions are 12.5 inches by 19 inches. The paper is Rising art print. The materials include india ink, gouache, acrylic, watercolour, and Sakura gelly roll ballpoint pens. It was created between June and September 2009.
From the Sixth Book of Mohammed Michael Egypt, First son of Africa.
And so it came to pass that my Michael was asked to speak at Oxford, a seat of great learning in the United Kingdom. Many leading intellectuals and scholars had gathered for his address, including the rabbi Shmuley.
"I am asking you, I am asking myself, to give our parents the gift of unconditional love, so that they too may learn how to love from us, their children. So that love will finally be restored to a desolate and lonely world."
Michael began*,
Tonight, I come before you less as an icon of pop (whatever that means anyway), and more as an icon of a generation, a generation that no longer knows what it means to be children.
From the Fourth Book of Johnny Michael New Zealand, First son of Australasia
Every night of every week of every year Michael would share his bed with children. He would share his bed with children regardless of race, creed or economic background. He would open his bed to children of all ages. His love knew no bounds.
The people of the day were concerned.
Adults do not sleep with children, they said. The people’s minds were filled with craven images, filled with the sins and filth of the world. They could not imagine how an adult might sleep with a child without all that sin and filth creeping in and soiling the thought. They would send reporters and detectives to Neverland to investigate Michael.
When they came to him with accusations he would say to them,
Why can’t you share your bed?
The most loving thing to do is to share your bed with someone. It is where you are most vulnerable. It is the greatest act of trust.
From the Eighth Book of Elizabeth Michael America, Second daughter of North America
It was in his 21st year that Michael began his first racial transmigration. By this time he was one of the most famous people in the world. Everyone knew his face. The public eye was inscrutable, unwavering and unforgiving.
Michael was born to parents of African American descent. However as he aged through his twenties his features began to change. His cheekbones rose, and nose diminished, his hair straightened, and he began to lose color in his skin.
Michael was afraid. He knew the public would not understand this transformation. He knew how cruel their ignorance could be.
From the Third Book of Mary Michael China, First daughter of Asia
There was boy in California, in the city of Los Angeles, who lay dying of cancer. The doctors predicted that he would die in the coming week.
Weakened by radiation and the grim news, the boy said to his father, “Before I die I would like to meet Michael Jackson.”
His father knew in his heart that being a man of limited means he would never be able to fulfill such a request. When he left the room he collapsed in tears.
In blind desperation the father telephoned Neverland and left this message: “My son is dying of terminal cancer and has only a week to live. His greatest wish is to be able to talk to Michael Jackson.”
The message was delivered, and the next day Michael telephoned the boy.
Every night of every week of every year Michael would share his bed with children. He would share his bed with children regardless of race, creed or economic background. He would open his bed to children of all ages. His love knew no bounds.
Michael was born to parents of African American descent. However as he aged through his twenties his features began to change. His cheekbones rose, and nose diminished, his hair straightened, and he began to lose color in his skin.
There was boy in California, in the city of Los Angeles, who lay dying of cancer. The doctors predicted that he would die in the coming week.
