Weird Tales, Volume 51 (4 page)
I love robots, I love anatomy. My father's an industrial designer, so I always loved drafting and calculations; I love the industrial design of all of this. I like the inner aspects of people, things, and animals. I wish I had x-ray glasses, in a way.
I guess it goes very well with the way I want to show the different, unpopular part of things, and that's where the conceptual strength of the imagery comes from. I think as soon as you turn any shell inside out, all the dirty laundry comes out. I think that everyone and everything is full of dirty laundry. That's not really visible to a lot of people, because a lot of people are not looking for it. A lot of people like to be appeased, a lot of people like hunky-dory, peaches and cream, and I'm exactly the opposite—I like piss and vinegar.
There's a lot of debate over the ultimate role of technology: whether it will ultimately lead to the best in us, or the worst. What do you think?
I don't think technology's evil; I think technology's what we make it. Humans were born to advance and push envelopes and limits, so we really have no choice. It comes down to individual responsibility. I believe in the power of one.
Technology is the tool to accomplish everything we need to accomplish and that's about it: accepting that we have to deal with it. I don't think there's use in debates over “is it good or bad?”—it is what it is. It just develops by the minute because we do. I think people should be debating what they will do with it, instead of thinking of it as good or bad. Unless you can afford to hide in the woods, you really have no choice but to be surrounded by technology.
Technology is really up to you; should you allow your three-year-old to spend 24 hours in front of a TV set, or are you going to raise her? Will you let other people program her or will you make the effort to give her all you have, to help her learn, and take it from there? It's up to you to use a car or not, it's up to you how much electricity you're going to use or what kind of technology you're going to use, if you're going to be a victim of the media or if you are going to use it. Are you going to be a victim of the Internet, or are you going to really use it? The Web is such an amazing research tool in our hands, with unmatched ability to connect and educate. If you use it for gambling, it's a different story, and spending hours in front of a monitor is no way to go through life.
People who want to use technology for good will always find a way; people who would use it negatively will always find a way to abuse it, so it's really an individual choice. If people would realize that they can really make a difference in every single move they make, I think we would all be better off, but then I'm a firm believer that you vote with your pocketbook in everything you buy, and you make the best decisions you can.
Technology extends from us, it comes out of us, it is an extension of us, so it's really up to us.
What sort of assignments do you find most freeing? What excites you most?
I love coming up with solutions, so I'm very interested even in assignments that don't sound interesting on the surface, like financial publications. I'm having a lot of fun with some heavy-metal record packaging that I'm working on currently. I just finished some pieces for Time magazine that were very challenging. So it's the subjects, and not the origins. Since I have a wide base of clients, the mix of projects is always different. I'm good at finding something that really interests me in each project; it might be something very technical, it might be something conceptual, it could be something compositional, or even the fact that I have so little time to do it—it's challenging to me.
I need to make every project mine and I need to be excited by every project, and it's very rare that I do something mechanically and finish it just because I have to. The boring technical things, clipping and feathering and mixing and matching, sometimes take a long time, so I do these things early in the morning when I have the most patience; then I do things involving thinking and conceptual development toward the end when I go to bed, right before sleep. That's when I look for riddles to solve.
Matching what I do to the time I do it has optimized my interest in both the work and my time management. It works for the best for me and my projects. This balance is very important to me, and it took years to accomplish. I also enjoy dealing with my clients, my book publishers and people from magazines and newspapers; I love the human contact, I love my discussions with them. I like brainstorming or troubleshooting over the phone or grabbing lunch and really exchanging ideas and touching base. I feel that I've been blessed with collaborations with top-notch professionals, and it's great working with them and learning from them.
It's a privilege that an illustrator is considered an artist and not a contractor, and that my opinion is valued and listened to. It's a collaborative endeavor that makes better pictures. Also, after working hours on end in a studio by yourself, it's great to get that contact with people, especially with great professionals, and make different kinds of friends. You've traveled and exhibited all over the world, but you always come back to New York. What is it about New York that energizes you?
Everything about New York is energizing. Even though I come from far, far away, I consider myself a real New Yorker. If New York didn't exist, I'd have to create it. I love this place, I love the energy, I love the people that exude that energy, I love this amazing city that works very hard and produces the best. It's just such a big ongoing project, this city. I love being able to walk downstairs and find myself in the middle of the universe. Did I say I love this place?
I like the size of the city, but I have arranged my life in one extended neighborhood. I used to have a studio that was across the street from the stock exchange, but now I'm in the Gramercy area and I overlook the main School of Visual Arts building across the street, so it's a really nice neighborhood. My studio is upstairs from home. Both universities I teach in, Parsons and the School of Visual Arts, are within eight or ten blocks, so I go everywhere on foot.
It's a place I could endlessly walk around and explore; New York is filled with things that make me feel like a tourist as soon as I discover them. I can hardly believe I live here. I love this excitement, this feeling that you're really part of something, of being open to surprises. There's something every day that makes me think, “Only in New York City.”
It's great to live in a place that is so many people's destination, and it's great to go away and miss it and come back. It's such a great place to call home.
What are you working on now? What's your next project?
I had a book signing at the New York Comic-Con this year. The event was coordinated with Baby Tattoo Books, a small publishing house from the West Coast that impressed me with their catalogue. I was also impressed with the publisher, Bob Self, who I met at last year's BookExpo America. We're working on a book based on my
Dark Peculiar Toys
series, and it's scheduled to be presented at the
next
New York Comic-Con! A good relationship with a publisher is paramount for an artist with a sweet tooth for books, and I am looking forward to the next one.
Other than that, this year has been heavy in participations to group shows around the world, from Athens to Little Rock to Beijing, and a few symposium lectures. But the day-to-day activities revolve around book and magazine covers so please be careful in book stores! You never know when my images will ask you to do some thinking.
See the artwork:
www.viktorkoen.com
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by Zoran Živkovic
(translated from the Serbian by Alice Copple-Tošic)
Appearances can be deceiving.
You look at a picture and think you see everything. Young mother with babe in arms. Indeed, what else is there to see? You've seen thousands of such photographs. Even on postcards. It's a cliché, you think.
And yet it isn't. Take a closer look. The two-month-old child (me, although, of course, you can't recognize me on my first photograph) seems intent on holding its head where it's not supposed to be, under its mother's bosom, closer to her stomach.
There's something unnatural about that position. One would expect the baby to long to hear its mother's heartbeat. That's why mothers instinctively hold babies with their head cradled in their left arm.
I suppose I too (although, to tell the truth, I don't remember) loved to hear my mother's throbbing heart. How could it be otherwise? I was a normal baby. Or perhaps not quite normal. I knew something that, even if I could, I wouldn't have told anyone. Because it wasn't normal. At least not according to the standards of the time. Today people would probably have a different take on it all. Be more indulgent. At least I hope so.
Here, let's check it out. I'll tell you the secret why I, this weak little baby, was trying with might and main to listen beneath my mother's bosom. I wanted so terribly to hear the beating of another heart that was down there a bit lower.
No, my mother didn't have two hearts. Not at all. Anatomically and in all other respects, everything about her was in perfect order. She certainly would have been horrified to learn about that other heart, particularly since it wasn't hers and yet was located inside her.
Well, all right, whose other heart could that be, you wonder with a certain understandable surprise, in the normal mother of a two-month-old baby?
Here's the answer. The other heart beating in my mother's body belonged to my twin brother. I would like to call him by name, but he was never given one. Not only because he was never born. Had my parents known that he was conceived when I was, they would certainly have had a name waiting for him. As they did for me. But there was no ultrasound at the time.
Wait, wait, I can already hear your interruptions, what do mean to say—he wasn't born? How could he still not be born two months after your birth? All-embracing medicine has yet to record such an event. Without mentioning the fact that your mother, even after bringing you into the world would have been—and looked, which is more important—pregnant.
It truly would have been like that, and your amazement quite fitting, had things taken their natural course. But they didn't. Exactly two months and eleven days after my twin brother and I were conceived, he decided not to be born. It's true we were only fetuses at the time, but you are terribly mistaken if you think such far-reaching decisions can't be made so early on.
All right, not all fetuses are equally mature. Take me, for example. Something like that would never have crossed my mind. I was much more ingenuous. Nothing more far-reaching than enjoying the warm, safe surroundings of my mother's womb interested me. But even then my brother was characterized by a seriousness and responsibility of which few can be proud, among newborns and adults alike.
His decision astonished me, of course. How else could it be? I had counted on us being born together as befits identical twins. How could I enter the world by myself, deprived of the closest relative imaginable? It's not certain I could even consider myself a twin in that case.
Completely distraught, I asked for an explanation. But I didn't get one. All I was told, in the special nonverbal way that fetuses communicate, is that that's the way it had to be. As though Fate itself were talking. It was not until much later that I realized it actually could not have been otherwise. The explanation went far beyond my capacity to understand at that age. It's questionable that I could even today. I sincerely doubt that I will ever reach an understanding of the world to match that of my brother when he was just a fetus.
While I was unable to grasp his reasons for not being born, I wanted to know how he intended to pull it off. This was a technical, not metaphysical question, so I hoped that I would be able to understand it. Was he intending to keep growing and developing in Mother's stomach until he came of age, and even afterward? I was horrified at the thought of what our mother would look like with a grown man in her stomach.
He took me soundly to task for such a vicious thought. Of course he wouldn't keep on growing. How could he spoil his own mother's appearance? He wouldn't even stay in his current tiny proportions that would certainly cause her no inconvenience. He would go to the opposite extreme. Become smaller.
I must have given him a dumbfounded look with my large fetus eyes, because he hastened to dispel my doubts. Why was I so surprised? We live in an age of miniaturization, don't we? Everything's getting smaller and smaller. We're coming closer to a quantum world in all respects. It turns out that even the cosmos itself isn't quite as enormous as was once thought. So why should fetuses be any exception?
What else could I do but accept this rational explanation. But this did nothing to lessen my concern. When do you intend to start shrinking, I asked him. Sensing fear in my inaudible voice at the possibility of being all alone, he firmly promised that nothing would happen before I was born. He would maintain his current size until then.
And indeed, while I continued to grow, he didn't change. Over time I became so large compared to him that I had to be very careful not to accidentally harm him. Moving about like every lively baby at the end of its term in the womb, I could have smothered him, pressed him or even smashed him.
My anxiety grew as the delivery date approached. It's a tumultuous event, something could go wrong. What if he didn't manage to stay inside? If he came out with me, he wouldn't even be a premature baby. The obstetrician and midwife might not even notice him.
He just waved his bud of a hand dismissively at my anxious questions. I was not to worry, everything was taken care of. He was always to the point when important matters were involved.
He was able to console me in that regard, but not about our parting. It was clear to me that Fate was behind the whole thing, but this didn't make it any easier for me. Is there anything harder than taking leave of your twin brother? It's like parting with your own self. But we're not parting, he assured me. I won't die, I'll just get smaller. And I won't go anywhere. You'll be able to hear my heart whenever you put your ear to Mother's stomach.
