"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 Sixth Day of Christmas, my True Love Gave to Me…

On the sixth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
Six Geese a-Laying
Five Golden Rings
Four Calling Birds
Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree

And we’re back with birds. Only the more resilient artists go past day five, therefore we’ll change the roster of our recurrent illustrators a bit, but some of them will stay.

1. Hester Durkan

More than laying, her geese are lying, but after 6 days of celebrations I guess it’s understandable.

2. Justin Rowe

Justin Rowe, aka DaysFallLikeLeaves, does beautiful stuff in an unsettling way, because he creates sculptures out of books. I’m highly conflicted about this, but you can’t deny that his Six Geese sculpture is really something beautiful.

3. Ameluria

Amelia Leonards, aka Ameluria, decided she had enough of winter and her geese are sunbathing. Cheers to all my friends Down Under: this is the card for you.

4. Andy Schumann

You might remember his five golden rings or not, but I think his six geese are also quite beautiful, although not a-laying. I guess artists are not fond of showing eggs coming out of birds’ asses. I can’t blame them.

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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