Terrance Lindall - The Paradise Lost Elephant Folio

The Paradise Lost Elephant Folio

In 2011 and 2012 Lindall will be working on production of "The Paradise Lost Elephant Folio," a hand-embellished and gold illuminated 13 x 19 inch book containing 14 full-page printed illustrations with hand-painted illustrated borders. {

The borders of the elephant folio are complete paintings in themselves. Although the border art focuses principally on elements of design, they also tell stories or make commentary about what is illustrated in the featured central paintings. The borders also are tributes to both humanity’s great achievements, such as music, dance and architecture, as well as tribute to those individuals and institutions and friends who have had important influences on his ideas, or who have shown substantial support or affinity. For example, the Filipino surrealist artist Bienvenido “Bones” Banez, Jr. { discovered Lindall’s repertoire during the Brave Destiny Show and communicated to Lindall the idea of how “Satan brings color to the world.” Lindall thought the idea to be an insightful and original "affinity" and so he honors Banez in the page of the elephant folio that is a tribute to art by placing Banez’s name under an artist's palette of colors in the border.

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