"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

On the Second Day of Christmas, my True Love Gave to Me…

  1. On the second day of Christmas
    my true love sent to me:
    Two Turtle Doves
    and a Partridge in a Pear Tree

What the heck is a turtle dove? It’s a dove, one of the brown ones, but we’ll see some of the artists have ideas of their own. So, in case you need to be your own true love today, here’s some couple of turtledoves you can buy yourself to stay in the festive mood.

1. M Tuzon

M Tuzon Design is wonderful and his surreal work is just what we need this year. I already talked about him on Day 1, just take a look at his turtle doves…

2. Iain Hamilton

Ian Hamilton of Bewilderbeest, proudly absurd by self-definition, is also not disappointing when it comes to turtle doves. All his Christmas cards are amazing. I’ll feature him also in the next days.

3. Hester Durkan

We started off as non-serious and I think it’s too late to turn around now. Hes Durkan’s doves are as confused as we are, about the turtle part…

4. Dani Williams

Let’s face it: they were never doves. Or, at least, this is Dani’s theory in this charming Christmas card.

 

I’ve decided to continue showing you beautiful stuff (or at least stuff I think it’s beautiful) even after Christmas, but instead of having monographic articles featuring single illustrators I’ll be grouping them with themes. As a theme I’m picking the Twelve Days of Christmas, a British carol I adore. If you never heard it (you’re clearly not Britsh) I suggest you take a look at this incredible performance.

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Bulgakov’s The Fatal Eggs

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Spooktober 30 – The Black Monk (5)

Conclusion Kovrin received a professorship at the University. The inaugural address was fixed for the second of December, and a notice to that effect was hung up in the corridor at the University. But on the day appointed he informed the students’ inspector, by telegram,

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Spooktober 29 – The Black Monk (4)

Chapter 7 One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated

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