Lunatic

Lunatics were so called because even philosophers like Aristotle used to believe that susceptible people could be driven mad by the full moon. Nowadays we know that is not true, they can only turn into werewolves. Nevertheless I am a big fan of the moon. I know it's only a dead rock in space but it's the only nightlight I have. I love the poetry of the moon. I love seeing it tangled in tree branches and coasting through clouds. I like its' Cheshire cat grin, its' waxing and waning, and even it's dark side (Pink Floyd did also). I like all the cheesy songs written about it, all the myths and legends, the fairy tales and fantasies. So after my last mini book, which almost required sun glasses to view, in its worship of hot colours, I decided to play it cool this time with a tiny tribute to la Bella Luna.

This book is even smaller than the last, at 3"x 4". Not a coffee table book, more like a coaster book.

 I did this one on folded sheets of watercolour paper in acrylic with black and white inks and just a wee bit of collage.

All in all a satisfying little project that only took one afternoon. Time enough to go out and get a little moonstruck.