Previously, I posted about Those who Remain, a collaborative artist book I worked on a few years back with a friend. In the initial post [here], I talked of the themes, intentions, symbols used and the materials and methods. I did not, however, include the story of the book, just the illustrations.
This post will combine both the words with the pictures and help complete the post, whilst keeping the format more refined and focused: more about your own interpretation than one loaded and (slightly) encroached with the thematics.
So, sit back in your armchair, or couch, tree branch, or whatever you fancy and come with me on a journey of pictures and words.
THOSE WHO REMAIN – PICTURES AND WORDS
P1: The Wanderer
Sera wanders through archaic plains, contemplating his internal realms.
The chasms of his memory unfold, eclipsed by all that remains in his path.
P2: Beyond the Breathless Dark
Enigmas endure, love uncontained and flowing forth. He is steeped in paint but continues to be, moving beyond the breathless dark
P3: The Bond
Sera and Hurapu bond. Their voices unfold, harmonies of laughter and listening. But murky plumes threaten their kinship.
P4: Prisoner of the Stars
He sifts through the remnants of understanding. A division of self, scratching at bones and erupting in time. Shadows confined, he is a prisoner of the stars.
P5: Memory
He orients plains of earth, sun-scorched but enduring. Sunlight slivers spin, blotted against distant seas.
P6: Those who Remain
He transcends the penumbra. He is an effigy of the past encased in mystery.
I hope all of you enjoy the post. As always, any questions or queries, just ask me.
Also, if you (or anyone else) think that this book should get a digital publication, let me know. The hardest thing at the moment I find is the nature of the book leading itself more faithfully towards a single copy. That and the practical nature of holding it, treasuring it as an item – like you would to any book you like. It is also terribly hard to photograph, too, but I think a good scan is still within reach.
Peace,
Tom.
His Empty Space 