As Google proclaimeth…
Today is Edward Gorey’s 88th
birthday. Or at least it would have been if he hadn’t of up and died in the
year 2000. For those of you who haven’t heard of him he is an American
illustrator who, as his name might coincidentally reflect, was interested in
the darker side of things. Yes, his work is interestingly surreal at times, but
it isn’t just the imagery or the superb execution – it’s the unsettling terror
of it all.
It’s all in there: Edward Lear, Lewis Carroll, The
Tiger Lillies, Agatha Christie, Charles Dickens, Breugel, Eugène
Ionesco, Vermeer, Balthus, an undefined sexuality, a craziness born of
craziness, a man of mystery who shows us his all without showing us much at
all.
Yes, it’s all bad. All rather good...
Imagine yourself a child so lost under the rug that you
can’t find your way out - then imagine never finding your way out, ever, ever,
ever, ev
And what if your dead father came and perched on your bed
every night for seventeen years and rambled about your innermost fears? What
would you do? Would you go crazy? Every night - over and over and over and over
and over and over and over and over and over and…
You glance in the driver’s mirror. Just how did that strange
creature get onto the back seat of your car? It wasn’t there when you set off.
What is it? Is it dangerous and where does it want you to take it? Wait… what
if it’s taking you somewhere…
Ladies and gentlemen I give you Edward Gorey. He may be dead
or he may not, who knows? Perhaps he lives on in the lines of his drawings and
there are plenty more where these came from - take a look.
So without further ado…
Vicky Sutcliffe on FB
ReplyDeleteImmediately thought of you when I saw it on google today.... Xx
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The laptop on which I'm writing this is called Wippity, from the first frame of The Untitled Book
DeleteAndrew Height Nicely done Andrew.
Andrew Casson
Delete(Hippity was my old wireless router.)