Molly Fairhurst, Kick, Don't Twist
A new letter in a series penned by our mercurial illustration lover.

 

Dear Molly,

I hope you will not think it too forward if I tell you that your illustration has driven me to poetry—the only way I can adequately express my admiration of your oeuvre. Allow me, if you will, to spit some bars…

Molly, Molly, illustrator,
Striped-big-cat appreciator,
Now that you’ve graduated Leeds,
What next for your visual deeds?

More theses on outsider art?
Emotive comics from the heart?
A sophomore effort in Shortbox?
1,000 drawings of a fox?

The Folio Society
Should print War Horse immediately.
The former children’s laureate
Must certainly appreciate

Your moody battlefield landscapes,
Skilled renderings of equine shapes.
Those backdrops, truly apropos
To leading Joey safely home.

But failing that I’d like to see,
Your tigers joining me for tea.
They’re nothing like their fierce namesake,
Immortalized by William Blake.

Molly, Molly, illustrator,
Striped-big-cat appreciator,
Now that you’ve graduated Leeds,
We’re hungry for new visual deeds.

Word,
James