Illustration in the shop (free shipping this week too:)
I'm in the library. Perhaps I should try to find a shelf that I don't usually stare at. Not just go to the magical shelf with.... oh no. Wait a minute. Maybe I can find a book for grown ups. A book I will read on the train to work and that will make me really smart and say really interesting things when people least expect it. What's this one about? Depression. No thanks, next. Someone living on a tiny island working in a lighthouse... hmmm... sounds intriguing, wait a minute, it's all about his wife being hysteric that she can't get pregnant. What's this nonsense. I keep looking. Everything is very psychologically sad. I'm drawn to that shelf again. No one sees me. No one needs to know that I can't read a grown up novel. I'm there. I stare at the books. Arctic. Antarctic. Iceland. Greenland. Explorers with large beards looking very smart in the black and white photo. How did the make the photographs so beautiful a 100 years ago I wonder. How did the dare to travel somewhere so far away, somewhere so cold back in the day? I look at these people, their wonderful polardogs, their ships... and it's all so fascinating.
My new illustration is dedicated to them. It is also the last one that I needed in order to start with next years calendar.
Below: Quickly googled photos of some very cool antarctic explorers.