It’s bad enough I can’t write back to everyone who writes me, but I feel really weird throwing out nice letters after I read them, so sometimes I’ll open my diary and paste little bits from each piece of mail I read as I go.
Blexbolex’s Ballad
If you’re lucky, the overlap in the Venn diagram of books you love to read and books your kids love to read is more than a sliver.
Blexbolex’s Ballad is a mysterious little book. Starting with a simple, 3-page chapter about a child who walks home from school (“The school, the road, home.”) the second chapter adds a page in between each previous page (“The school, the street, the road, the forest, home.”) and the author continues that pattern for 7 chapters, eventually culminating in a story of over 50 pages.
There’s a wonderful post over at Picturebook Makers where Blexbolex talks about his process:
The trigger of the form was firstly my stay with a group of artists working on comics in an unconventional way: OuBaPo. One of the exercises captured my imagination. It involved inserting one square of a comic strip between two existing squares, thereby diverting the narrative ellipsis towards another one. Then a meeting with a group of children gave me the real key to the book. They were playing a game where whatever path they took, they always got to arrive home.
The OuLiPo-inspired hijinx would be impressive on their own, but what’s truly amazing to me is that for a book that feels so analog and textured, almost all of the artwork was done digitally:
The images for the book are purely digital. Only three backgrounds on paper (two with pencil and one with ink wash painting) were scanned in to allow me to add substance to the shapes drawn on the computer.
This process makes the book something that feels both ancient and futuristic, or rather, simply out-of-time.
This post is the first in a new Bookshelf series in which I’ll be sharing one of my favorite books every Saturday.
Art is an early warning system
“I think of art, at its most significant, as a DEW line, a Distant Early Warning system that can always be relied on to tell the old culture what is beginning to happen to it.”
—Marshall McLuhan, Understanding Media, 1964
Here’s a deck of cards McLuhan released six years before Eno and Schmidt’s Oblique Strategies. Many of them haven’t aged particularly well, but they’re interesting as a historical curiosity. A few of my favorites:
See also: my card games
How to break in a Sharpie
I signed hundreds of copies of my books at Bookpeople in the past few weeks. Because of the pandemic, we sign masked and socially distanced on the picnic tables outside:
This cart is probably, oh, 1/3 of what I signed for the holidays:
As you can imagine, I go through a lot of Sharpies. Because I’m a weirdo, I have a technique to break in new ones, which I demonstrate in this video (also on Instagram):
https://twitter.com/austinkleon/status/1334236842808455169
Happy huffing drawing.
A piano in the home
“We had everything we needed. We had piano, guitar, ukuleles, every type of everything. That was what was great about the way we grew up. It really makes a difference to have a piano in the home. I feel like everybody, even if you don’t play the piano, you should have a piano. Every time I go into a house and it doesn’t have a piano, I’m like, what are you doing?”
—Billie Eilish
Before my first son was born, I went out and bought a piano for the house. It was really important to me that he grow up with a piece of furniture he could walk over to and play his feelings on.
Here’s that piano, an old Lowrey I got in San Marcos for about the price of a flat screen TV:
Here’s a video of me playing it with Owen on my lap when he was 5 months old:
When he was about 6 months old, we found out that if I held down the sustain pedal and he played the black keys, it sounded like a Brian Eno ambient piece:
https://soundcloud.com/owen-kleon/op-1-no-2-by-owen
Here’s a photo of him as a toddler, looking inside the piano:
Here’s a video of me trying to show him how you can pluck the strings of a piano like a guitar:
Showing piano guts to my son with a little help from Brian Wilson pic.twitter.com/WDF9z6qgfP
— Austin Kleon (@austinkleon) March 9, 2016
We had that piano for the first six years of his life, and then we moved cross-country, and I gave it away. I regretted it immediately, and we spent two years without a real piano in the house.
But now, things are as they should be:
The most important piece of furniture in the house…
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