The drawings in this book were originally made in 2010, over a period of two days, in the south of Rotterdam. They appeared in the publication Charming the Snake of Reason, edited by my friend Marnie Slater. Marnie told me about a photograph that she had taped to the wall of her studio of the writer Robert Walser lying dead in a field of snow, below which a caption read: charming the snake of reason. Naturally this made me feel very cold, and made me think of the poem The Emperor of Ice-Cream by Wallace Stevens. The poem describes a dead body at a funeral while a muscular man serves ice cream to the attendees, upending the usual gravity and atmosphere around death. The black ink drawings included here allude to such characters as manifested in a series of peculiar emperors, each grounded by the white of the page, the starkness of winter. Be they dead or alive, many of these emperors are busy trying to get somewhere, while others seem utterly content or confused where they stand. Colourful snakes, twisting and unruly, emanate from waffle cones, their frozen bodies handled with a playful confidence. If anything, this book becomes a medusa's head, gently writhing in the grasp of your warm-blooded fingers.
