Dirk Puehl
Storyteller, Mother of #WyrdWednesday and, until 1 March, exhibitor of #GoldenAgeOfIllustration vintage beauty.
For those of you who feel artsy or litsy in general - find my blog here:
wunderkammertales.blogspot.com
- “At last have mortal eyes gazed upon two reptiles of the great primitive ocean! I see the flaming red eyes of the Ichthyosaurus, each as big, or bigger than a man's head.” (Jules Verne “Journey to the Centre of the Earth”) 🎨 Édouard Riou (1867) #wyrdwednesday #bookillustration #booksky
- A student of Doré’s (obviously), Riou stands between earlier 19th engravings and the Golden Age of Illustration, with a heavy focus on the picturesque fantastic à la Jules Verne - his 56 pieces for “Centre of the Earth” can be found below archive.org/details/a-jo...
- “Some of them who had disappeared into the jungle came back presently driving a young iguanodon before them.” (Arthur Conan Doyle “The Lost World”) 🎨 Harry Rountree (1912) #wyrdwednesday #goldenageofillustration #bookillustration #booksky
- Auckland-born Harry Rountree (1878-1950) focussed on illustrating children's books, classics like Lewis Carroll among them, in a distinctively fanciful style. His rare take on prehistoric fantasy can be found in full below gutenberg.net.au/ebooks12/120...
- “The Entomologist's Dream” 🎨 Edmund Dulac for Gérard d’Houville’s “Le Papillon Rouge” from “L’Illustration” (1909) #goldenageofillustration #bookillustration
- “The Queen of the Ebony Islands” 🎨 Edmund Dulac #goldenageofillustration #bookillustration
- From Laurence Housman’s “Stories from the Arabian Nights” (1911) Read it below - with all of Dulac’s illustrations archive.org/details/stor...
- "In convent of Sainte-Croix Thus doth the abbess draw Her ample-folded cape Round her fair shape." (Alfred de Musset) 🎨 Edmund Dulac #goldenagofillustration
- Published in the 1912 Christmas edition of "L'Illustration" magazine to go with Alfred de Musset's poem "Venise" A bit more about Edmund Dulac by yours truly can be found below: wunderkammertales.blogspot.com/2016/10/the-...
- “The Badger peeps out of his hole on Candlemas Day and when he finds snow walks abroad; but if he sees the sun shining he draws back into his hole” (German country lore) This one seems to be a “Frechdachs” (pert badger, the Germans do have a word for it, of course) judging from his mischievous mien
- "And when all is still at night, the owls take up the strain, like mourning women their ancient ululu. Their most dismal scream is truly Ben-Jonsonian. Wise midnight hags!" (Thoreau) 🎨 Brian Froud #owlishmonday
- On the eve of Candlemas, witches dance at the crossroads, a liminal time at the end of winter before the last feast of Christmastide. For our last #winterfolklore story, we go to the west of France in the 16th century and hear a grim tale of theirs. Read it below. 🎨 Rosalie Lettau
- "The air smelled of wax and smoke as they danced. The goat spoke, its voice low and knowing. One by one, they kissed its hindquarters, their lips cold as they whispered the name of a dying king." www.tumblr.com/whatthecrowt...
