Showing posts with label sequential narrative. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sequential narrative. Show all posts

Thursday, 6 March 2014

The Library of Babel










I had the idea for the hexagon maze as a way of depicting solopsism (the idea that only ones own mind is sure to exist and everything else is a creation of the mind) - I sketched an image of a man in a hexagonal room with each wall as a mirror reflecting endless crowds of other people. 

In "Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius", Borges also imagines a land with a language which lacks nouns, where things are only understood in their relationship to other things, and events are only recognised as part of a sequence. Lost objects are duplicated with gradually lessening precision, archaeological finds can be brought about by hope or suggestion, tiny items can have the mass of giants, while towers of blood and transparent tigers are hardly worth mentioning. So I experimented with illustrating these ideas across a maze, almost like the panels of a comic. 

It was only more recently, when I was developing the hexagon mazes into collages, that I happened to start reading Borges' The Library of Babel...which to my surprise was set in a huge labyrinth of hexagons. 

(In short, I began illustrating one Borges story and ended up illustrating another I'd not yet read.)

Sunday, 30 August 2009

The engine owl

We cut to an excavation scene, in the icy tundras of MOUNT MOD MOON MONO TUTU...


...where a rather large bum is sticking up in the air...
...the bottom of a certain Sir Hugo Clarence Washington-Smythe.


ASSISTANT (IDA TWEEDLE)

Sir, look, I think... I cannot say for sure, but I do believe I have unearthed the mythical Engine Owl of Ancient Zion!




SIR HUGO CLARENCE WASHINGTON-SMYTHE

Oh, that! I discovered that, back in uh... back in uh... the day...


Sir Hugo: give it here, right this minute, or I'll have you tried for high treason and perverting the course of justice!
Sir Hugo: I'll have your wages cut, and other things cut that you wouldn't care to be... cut.

ZOLUMBOO (Narrator)

Now I'm no detective... oh wait! I am!... but I think that guy's a phoney! Wait, something important's happening, let's get back to the story!


ASSISTANT (IDA TWEEDLE)

With all due respect, Sir, you can't claim every victory!


Ida Tweedle: I found that owl fair and square, and you've spent the whole day sitting on your oversized rump, hogging the hot water bottles and moaning about the cold! From now on I will be working for myself. Hmph!

SIR HUGO CLARENCE WASHINGTON-SMYTHE

Don't talk to me like that! I'll decide how this story ends!




He takes a large dark starry book from his coat and and unlocks it with a rusty key.





Ida turns slowly, and sees the open pages like mirrors.
We see her face reflected in the mirrors and then the empty space where she once stood.


Washington-Smythe holds the book up triumphantly.

SIR HUGO CLARENCE WASHINGTON SMYTHE

Now I've trapped you, you'll never steal from me again.


Sir Hugo: You're nothing but a fictional character, doomed to spend the rest of your days in writing.

IDA TWEEDLE

[HER WORDS APPEARING AS TEXT ON THE PAGE OF THE BOOK] You can take that smug look off your face.


Ida Tweedle: Your precious artefact is with me, Washington-Smythe. The engine-owl is fictional too now.



Friday, 28 August 2009