my dad’s poem about a sea dog (wolf)
so my dad’s a poet. a children’s poet. writing in russian and living there.
he asked me to try to illustrate a couple of his older poems, both sea themed.
although my drawing skills r a bit rusty by now i started straight away. well, not straight away cause i did this before.
note: in russian a sea dog (an old experienced sailor) is called a sea wolf, so this whole poem is based on a play between the words wolf (animal) vs. a sea wolf (person)
and the poem goes like this:
i’ve heard lots of stories
but this one is weirder than most
a peculiar wolf lives in a seacoast village
never saw a rabbit
but often times whales and sharks
he swims crawl and breaststroke
otherwise he’d drown
and it’s not spooky to meet him on the street at night
since its known
that the wolf is completely tamed
he hangs out with a couple of monkeys
and his cap is askew
a bunch of boys running after him all day
is his tail
(be warned: translation mine, rough, lousy and not precise, but the main metaphors are all there)
that’s the half of the poem that u see on the sketches and there’s another half i don’t have sketches for yet
the cookies are my take on nigel slater‘s festive chocolate flapjacks
i think i like the guy and his easy recipies being a girl who grew up in a family where the mother didn’t cook (AT ALL) and the father cooked just really basic stuff (since he had to). i like how he talks about cooking as an expression of sympathy and appreciation. of love really. i think it puts me in a right mindset and keeps me motivated. most of the time.
and this is what i baked last weekend, a beer bread: bottle of beer flour salt some sugar, that’s it. so easy to make i almost didn’t believe the outcome would be good. but it was.
beer bread. if i can do it and it’s edible – anyone can!
and lastly a photo of me at work for your viewing pleasure.
love location photos. or should i call it environment or setting photos, i don’t know.
yours truly backstage
i work in props and costumes department of a local national theatre, remember?
until next time,
be well and exercise,
me
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