It is the Cephalopodmas Season, when tentacles and the deep sea are on everyone’s mind, and that concentrated contemplation of all matters squidly must occasionally erupt into artful self-expression. Below the fold you will find a few beautiful images that have leapt into my mailbox lately.
We begin with the mysterious case of John Holbo. Last year, he began his descent into madness with a series of greeting cards featuring siphonophorans; the obsession deepened with the creation of a book, Squid and Owl that, despite a little avian sidetracking, represents an investment in molluscan thinking; and now he has published a strange mash-up of Victorian greeting cards, Haeckel, and Cthulhu, which he calls “squeampunk”. I approve. I only worry that someday he will develop gills and a curiously boneless posture, and disappear into the dark cold sea. Has Belle noticed if he is getting a bit…squamous?
Tood Freeman and Meg Perec have created an art installation called Sixty Foot Ghost, which features a giant print of Architeuthis dux. They are in Grand Rapids, MI, which I visited not long ago. Did I infect the area?
The cephalopod must be feared, and can be a symbol of terror. I think the bear and the bicycle are superfluous, but still, wearing this t-shirt of a squid on a bear riding a bicycle would be an excellent way to let the world know you are both bad-ass and a little weird.
Continuing the theme of cephalopods as instruments of destruction, Keith Noordzy has an exhibit of his art. I’m looking at that and thinking it would make a cool tattoo. One that was placed somewhere visible while I’m wearing a squid on a bear riding a bicycle t-shirt.