Shana James is West Australian Artist; I specify place as there are many people who do not realise that Australia has a West, nor that it is actually inhabitable and inhabited. That said; her work is beautiful. I have had a thing for prints and linocuts since high school, where we were forced to hack out these goofy pictures on wobbly tiles with blunt-clay filled tools. There is something odd about a print, the reverse of what you wish to show, blocky and ungainly, yet precise and often detailed. It is an earthy process, painstaking and gritty. The finished product showing little of the process or effort.
Shana James’ work is, I guess, all of this plus the ethereal adjectives of innocence and beauty. I first came across her work whilst looking for examples of artist’s books, the books instantly grabbed me.
In the morass of complex and technical, James’ work shone through with simplicity and character. There is so much personality in these books, knowing little of James herself I can not tell if it is her personality or that of her characters, but the peace and calm emanating from each page makes me want one. And one for everyone I know.