André Carrilho - 1984 by George Orwell

BEST OF THE BEST, Hiii Illustration 2022, Publishing category (China)

SELECTED WINNER for the Society of Illustrators 65 exhibit and book, Book Series category (USA)

SELECTED WINNER at the American Illustration AI42 (USA)

SILVER award at the 3X3 Pro Show No 20, Books category (USA)

40 two spot color illustrations, purple edges, soft cover.

Cover

“If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—for ever."

«Is dystopia the portrait of our future?», asks Francisco Louçã in the preface of this special edition. Now with the brilliant strokes of André Carrilho's illustrations, 1984, George Orwell's masterpiece, is perhaps the most immortal novel of the 20th century. Its relevance proves the vitality of Orwell's writing and the work remains a wake-up call whose momentum it is up to all of us to preserve.

Front endpapers

"Late at night, when crowds of rowdy proles roamed the streets, the town had a curiously febrile air. The rocket bombs crashed oftener than ever, and sometimes in the far distance there were enormous explosions which no one could explain and about which there were wild rumours."

Back endpapers

"In its second minute the Hate rose to a frenzy. People were leaping up and down in their places and shouting at the tops of their voices in an effort to drown the maddening bleating voice that came from the screen."

"The voice of Goldstein had become an actual sheep's bleat, and for an instant the face changed into that of a sheep. Then the sheep-face melted into the figure of a Eurasian soldier who seemed to be advancing, huge and terrible, his sub-machine gun roaring, and seeming to spring out of the surface of the screen, so that some of the people in the front row actually flinched."

“… picked his way up the lane through dappled light and shade, stepping out into pools of gold wherever the boughs parted. Under the trees to the left of him the ground was misty with bluebells. The air seemed to kiss one's skin. It was the second of May. From somewhere deeper in the heart of the wood came the droning of ring-doves.”

"... she was in his arms. At the beginning he had no feeling except sheer incredulity. The youthful body was strained against his own, the mass of dark hair was against his face, and yes! actually she had turned her face up and he was kissing the wide red mouth."

“ A new poster had suddenly appeared all over London. It had no caption, and represented simply the monstrous figure of a Eurasian soldier, three or four metres high... ”

"... it is a vast system of mental cheating. In our society, those who have the best knowledge of what is happening are also those who are furthest from seeing the world as it is. In general, the greater the understanding, the greater the delusion; the more intelligent, the less sane."