Under an indigo sky 2004

I could (and probably will) spend days exploring Corey Jackson's sketchbooks.

Every page rings bells, evokes moods, causes things to bubble up in my mind. A Pattern Language, the Moomintroll stories, Alex Grey, the Human Evolution Coloring Book which was one of my textbooks in college, a field in Devon (or was it Cornwall?) with little rabbits and the smell of rain coming or going or both, and what is stranger still - the single chimes becoming a fall of bells - is when I come to a page with what is clearly one of those progressive diagrams of evolution, and then to a page where a man is moving forward blithely to his apparent danger - The Fool - and under his arm is a book whose title is A Pattern Lang...

How odd and wonderful. Particularly when the image which brought that great book to mind doesn't have a thing about it at all.

Corey, if ever we're in the same city, dinner's on me.

(Mum, if there's anyone I've ever seen who could do an illustrated version of Little, Big, including the various editions of Architecture of Country Houses, Corey's it.)