Walk this way
Here’s one straight from the press; directionally accurate to within 6 Pica when hung vertically anywhere in the world. No calibration required.
For those who don’t know, the antipodes of where you are, is the exact opposite of where you are – on the other side of the globe (if that makes any sense?).
In New Zealand, however, if you mention the Antipodes, people tend to think of a distant off-shore group of inhospitable volcanic islands to the south of NZ (They lie 860 kilometres to the southeast of Stewart Island/Rakiura). The islands are home to amazing mega herbs and a ground-dwelling parakeet (among an amazing array of flora and fauna).
Interestingly, here in London, we are roughly antipodal to The Antipodes, but the term more frequently refers to both New Zealand and Australia. I quite like being called an antipodean, gives a touch of Ol’ world glamour…
For those interested, this lovely old copper-topped arrow is printed alongside a worn Day and Collins ‘Caxton #6’ wooden font; inked with a shaded 2-colour affect inspired by the colour of the Antipodes Island parakeet (Cyanoramphus unicolor)!
A few new works, for an upcoming exhibition of printed matter (at the DJCAD in Dundee).
Been researching my new home- Leytonstone does have some interesting history. In addition there seem to be a fair few Blair-witch style stories associated with the green spaces around (Epping Forest, Shoulder of Mutton Pond and the like).
On a lighter note, I read this story about an unexplained creature seen at the Hollow Pond a few years ago http://www.mysteriousbritain.co.uk/england/greater-london/cryptozoology/hollow-pond-bear.html
This poster is
a bit pub- meets silent movie inspired. Its printed on paper I recovered from a derelict printshop (Shamrock press) in the Wimbledon area, just before it was demolished. I might stick one in the local pub, and see if it inspires a few more sightings.
I imagine it was a case of mistaken identity (a giant rat? a reintroduced beaver? small child?). I saw my first otter in Wales (in the tailwater of the reservoir that supplies Birmingham), and initially was convinced it was a huge pike- so I believe anythings possible.
I may be a Coffee-snob New Zealander, but Londoners have got it right regarding tea- nothing else quite cuts through the Caff grease.
Handset metal type (Plate Gothic 12pt, 6pt) and 1950′s fishing hook block.
A productive evening with my daughter; took her to swimming class, got a little tree, and printed my Christmas cards. She’s loving Christmas in London. Now it just needs to snow.