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    <title>:// John Howe :: Illustrator [  News ]</title>
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    <dc:date>2012-01-18T21:00:16+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>DRAWING THE LINE SOMEWHERE</title>
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      <description>Or All About Making Your Mark
One of the best ways to go on about yourself, albeit obliquely, is to proffer advice.</description>
      <dc:subject>Chronicles</dc:subject>
      <dc:date>2012-01-18T21:00:16+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>STRANDS AND BROKEN SHELLS</title>
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      <description>Or Thoughts for the Year to Come
I think if I had to choose what seashells I prefer, I would respond “The broken ones.”</description>
      <dc:subject>Chronicles</dc:subject>
      <dc:date>2011-12-16T19:44:53+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>ABOUT THE MOVING OF MOUNTAINS</title>
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      <description>Or the Able Tools of Patience and Passion
It seems we humans have a certain preoccupation with material things.</description>
      <dc:subject>Chronicles</dc:subject>
      <dc:date>2011-11-16T08:59:25+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>SHIPS, SAILS AND FARAWAY PLANETS</title>
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      <description>The Forgotten Voyage of William M. Timlin
Several months ago, I received one of those offers that cannot be refused. Calla Editions, the fine art book imprint of Dover Publishing, was preparing a re&#45;edition of William M. Timlin&#8217;s book The Ship That Sailed to Mars. Would I like to write an introduction?

Well, yes, of course yes.</description>
      <dc:subject>Chronicles</dc:subject>
      <dc:date>2011-10-15T19:00:55+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>~ THE DEFINING OF DREAMS ~</title>
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      <description>Women in the Golden Age of Illustration: Florence Harrison
“The chief obstacle to a woman&#8217;s success is that she can never have a wife. Just reflect what a wife does for an artist.” 1

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“I see a little girl sitting on the grass, beneath the limes in the hot summer&#45;tide, with eyes fixed on the far away blue hills, and seeing who knows what shapes there; for the boy by her side is reading to her wondrous stories of knight and lady, and fairy thing, that lived in the ancient days…” 2
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“There is no earthly reason why women should not be illustrators.” 3
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      <dc:subject>Chronicles</dc:subject>
      <dc:date>2011-09-15T03:59:47+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>Come Unto These Yellow Sands – but mind the naked fairies&#8230;</title>
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      <description>A Few Words First

Most of my favourite newsletters are the ones I’ve not written. Not principally because some generous soul has spared me racing against looming deadlines, but because the texts written by talented authors who generously allow me to reproduce them here are always a delight to discover.

Charlotte Zeepvat is, in her own words, a “compulsive researcher, endlessly fascinated by finding things out, model maker, painter (never quite finding the skill to match the pictures in my head but still game to try) and would&#45;be but probably&#45;never&#45;will&#45;be illustrator, historian by training, writer, and collector of old photographs.” She writes books, occasionally illustrates them, and knows astonishing things about subjects few have heard of or even considered. 

Charlotte has a web site, currently with hoarding all about and “Under Construction” signs up all around, and very politely declined my offer to list her books because they “probably won&#8217;t be of much interest to anyone who wants fantasy and fairies.” So, you’ll have to look up her work on your own. You can also take her qualification of “would&#45;be but probably&#45;never&#45;will&#45;be illustrator” with a grain of salt. Her artwork is detailed and exquisite. 

But, in the meantime, read on, and do mind the fairies.



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      <dc:subject>Chronicles</dc:subject>
      <dc:date>2011-08-16T23:41:19+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>SHIPS IN THE AIR</title>
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      <description>Or a Short History of Flights of Fantasy
“…Give me the ships, with sails adapted to the heavenly wind; there will be fearless people, even if they face the immensity. And for those descendants who in short time will venture themselves by these ways we will prepare…” The words are from Johannes Kepler, written to Galileo Galilei in his “Dissertatio cum Nuncio Sidereo” published in 1610. Four centuries ago.</description>
      <dc:subject>Chronicles</dc:subject>
      <dc:date>2011-07-15T19:00:40+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>THE DREAM OF EMESE</title>
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      <description>Or An Intricate Intertwining of Threads
Many months ago, while investigating – if investigating is not too diligent&#45;sounding a term for my somewhat directionless wanderings on the track of some mythological creature or other across the marches of cultural history – those wonderful places in time and geography where ancient cultures meet and exchange the greatest gift: the transference of elements of their beliefs from one to another, I stumbled across iconography all but identical from Persia and Hungary. I promptly sent a note to a friend and colleague from Budapest, asking if the tale of the Dream of Emese might ring a bell.</description>
      <dc:subject>Chronicles</dc:subject>
      <dc:date>2011-06-11T23:33:49+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>A SHOULDER TO LEAN ON</title>
      <link>http://www.john-howe.com/news/index.php/site/comments/a_shoulder_to_lean_on/</link>
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      <description>Or Reflections by a Vicarious Southpaw
 After a half a century of diligent draughtsmanship one would think that much if not all of the process can be taken for granted. (Estimation based on the point where I most distinctly recall encountering my first major difficulties in drawing what I wished – a recalcitrant cow* &#45; sure sign that it would never be possible to be fully satisfied with a drawing, meaning of course that the only choice left was to spend a lifetime or so working on it.)</description>
      <dc:subject>Chronicles</dc:subject>
      <dc:date>2011-05-15T19:00:21+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>TWO YEARS OR TWO THOUSAND MILES</title>
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      <description>... Whichever Come First
Or the Statistics of Art, Parentheses Parity and Pencil Parings
Two years ago today, I stepped off a plane in Wellington and said to myself “Well, I’m back.” It had been a while, clearly, and in all honesty, I thought at the time that now, two years along, I’d be repeating myself, but back on the other side of the globe…</description>
      <dc:subject>Chronicles</dc:subject>
      <dc:date>2011-04-15T20:00:41+00:00</dc:date>
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