On discovering gus van horn, the first thing that catches one’s eye is the logo in the upper left corner. To say it is handcrafted would be over statement, and that’s understatement.
It’s really a simple thing. A background of what appears to be a square of yellow ruled legal pad paper with what I can only describe as a “doodling” of an image – a full frontal face done all in black. A rough drawn ovalish facial outline; black as coal eyes (wearing glasses); a saw-toothed head of black hair; an overbearing black moustache/goatee combination that contains a single-lined, slightly down-turned, slit of a mouth; a make-do semi-u-shaped nose and exactly three strands of black hair emanating from each temple and sticking straight out at about forty-five degrees. After reading his autobiographical material, I can only guess that the logo is a quick self-portrait sketch that veils gus van horn just as his bio does.
But enough flattery.
I had visited his site on several occasions before it dawned that something about this logo/image haunted me – some link with something else. I wrestled with this for some time before I realized what I was connecting this logo too. It was the vision of Tom Hank’s best friend, the volleyball, in Cast Away.
Now the problem changed. What was the name Hanks gave his only, beloved friend? Now THAT eluded me, until‚ last night. I stumbled across Cast Away on cable about thirty minutes into the movie. Of course I was then stuck. I’m not crazy about re-watching movies; it seems such a waste of time with most of them. But I had to stick with it. I had to go at least as far as the volleyball’s name.
WILSON! By God, the volleyball’s name was WILSON! Well, I was plugged into the movie pretty good by that time so I continued with it to the end and I’m glad I did. There was depth to Cast Away that I had passed over the first time I saw it.
So now, I had the name, but the haunting hasn’t gone away. For some reason, I didn’t think it would. Let me think?
P.S. I guess I’ll file this under uncategorized for now. Somehow‚ a category named ‘Things that haunt me’ doesn’t sound‚ all that‚ objective.