There must be something about the name... because two of my favourite illustrators are called Edward.
First there's Edward Gorey, whose macarbe, yet beautiful gothic etchings frame my wardrobe. I think I've blogged about him before.
And then there's Edward Monkton. You've probably seen his cards being sold around the place. Just this week I bought my friend a Monkton Birthday card. What I loved about it was, no where did it say Happy Birthday. Instead, it made a fanciful comparison between the person I intended to send it to and an aeroplane. It was perfect.
I don't love all his cards - some seem too silly or untrue. But in general, I find that like all good comedy, the universal truths contained within (longing, beauty, a paradox, a quirk of life) sneak up on you and then won't leave for a little while. It's thoughtful whimsy - my kind of humour. So I figured I would share a few with you.