The Purloined Poodle, E1.
I’m loving this novel, Killing Commendatore by Haruki Murakami. The story, the visuals-in-my-head, the treasure hunt of symbolism, the intrigue. This is the kind of novel I want to go on and on and still, can’t put it down so it goes even faster. If you’re reading along, this drawing is of a quote on page 203.
By page 130 of Haruki Murakami’s Killing Commendatore I have become aware of the owl’s presence. I track him with the parts of my being that build a real world from an author’s writings.
A friend, also a writer, had her character pause, put a hand on Mary Oliver’s White Pine, and flee. Reading this lead me to a bit of Mary Oliver reading – always a wonderful journey.
If you’d like a musical accompaniment to this piece, I’d recommend The Grateful Dead’s Ripple. If you don’t know it, well, …If I knew the way I would take you home.
I simply can’t decide if I want a haiku to be paired with the novel-inspired drawing, or if I want to include an actual quote from the novel. Today, you get both!
Friends, wine, and painting
Van Gogh and Murakami
Art is a prism
I’m not sure there is such a thing. Yesterday’s reading left me with competing haikus and I realized it was because of Haruki Murakami’s masterful writing. I decided to let them both exist within this painting.
I’m still trying to figure out how to illustrate the books I read as I read them. I know I could easily illustrate out-of-copyright books, but there’s little fun in that for me. Today I’ve haiku’d a scene from Haruki Murakami’s Killing Commendatore. All words are my own. The illustration depicts the impression left after yesterday’s reading.