cut and torn paper / wood 10 cm x 15 cm
The secret is out.
When the dark storm clouds gather, the thunder rolls and the lightning crashes, it’s a sure sign that a pod of electric narwhals is reeling through the skies above. Incidentally, the word narwhal comes (via a number of stops along the way) from the Old Norse word “Nar”, meaning corpse, because of its color. It was a corpse whale. I bet you’re glad I didn’t draw that.
The inspiration equation for this piece reads as such: The B-52’s “Rock Lobster” + one week of non-stop rain / a tokyo train ride = The Electric Narwhal. Which would be a great name for a band. Or a bar. Or a drink. Or a child.









cut paper
cut paper / wood 10 cm x 15 cm
A very brief history of the beginning of all things: First, there was the big empty. Then, into that void, the flame leapt into being. Next came water, air, breath. But it was fire that started it all, that pricked pinholes into that infinite black velvet curtain. That brought light and warmth, and, eventually life and the means to sustain life. Being fickle, it also periodically erases what it has helped create.
Eons ago, when the molten surface of the Earth was beginning to cool and get crispy; when single-celled organisms were just beginning to consider popping into existence, Emma Kid, erstwhile printmaker and writer of the blog
There are times when, no matter how much we wish it were otherwise, we just don’t have what is needed to rise to the occasion. Don’t feel too bad for the Big Guy, tho. I’m confident that he won’t be giving up anytime soon. Maybe next time, he’ll try water-wings. 







