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Body and life, creation and lust: July/August 2014
Watercolour on paper
So perfect in design, a desiccated carcass appears a rusting shell. Lines altered, purpose removed, form hunched but relaxed. Spattered with the noise of time retains identity and beauty.
July '14
Tortoiseshell from a quick watercolour study
stage 1
April 2014
Is there anything more magnificent than a hovering Dragonfly? But, like so many beautiful animals they are viewed with suspicion as well as wonder. 'Water Witch', 'Devil's darner' and 'Snake Doctor.' Beauty comes at a price...why is that? Those jewelled eyes, and almost Scorpion body suggest so many metaphors and entrapments. I thought I'd explore it...and the Swedish myth of the Dragonfly, sent to weigh souls for the Devil.
more soon...
Watercolour reworked a bit. Not sure where this is going yet but I like the organic geometry of itPaintings and digital ideas
Latest foray of mine into man's association with the skull.
Not only the most powerful motif of all, it also represents mortality in many ways. Our temporal human existence, our symbolic connection to our ancestors and, in my view, an object in which the psyche can be remembered.
In a spiritual way it is an 'event horizon'. A thin membrane of calcium which divides the self from the other. On the inside is truly us, on the outside is everything else. It represents both a mortal shelter for the delicate mind and on the outside a castle, a protection from the elements of our world. But more than that it is a portal, a familiar object. It housed the memories of those we loved but have gone. To hold the skull of a loved one, perhaps to feel a connection once more if only in a ephemeral way. For a heart that cannot be parted by death...a few moments of reunion.
But would such a liaison be frowned on? Perhaps under the cover of darkness the two can be reunited, by a flickering light the mortal parting is more bearable. To talk, confide, whisper love to her partner's skull. How long the pretence,...moments, minutes, until the realisation of the truth? But this is where she is, trapped in life, unable to move on...perhaps yearning to join her love in the realm beyond.
My sigil. Chaos on both the inside and the outside. The skull the event horizon.
Latest foray of mine into man's association with the skull.
Not only the most powerful motif of all, it also represents mortality in many ways. Our temporal human existence, our symbolic connection to our ancestors and, in my view, an object in which the psyche can be remembered. In a spiritual way it is an 'event horizon'. A thin membrane of calcium which divides the self from the other. On the inside is truly us, on the outside is everything else. It represents both a mortal shelter for the delicate mind and on the outside a castle, a protection from the elements of our world. But more than that it is a portal, a familiar object. It housed the memories of those we loved but have gone. To hold the skull of a loved one, perhaps to feel a connection once more if only in a ephemeral way. For a heart that cannot be parted by death...a few moments of reunion.
But would such a liaison be frowned on? Perhaps under the cover of darkness the two can be reunited, by a flickering light the mortal parting is more bearable. To talk, confide, whisper love to her partner's skull. How long the pretence,...moments, minutes, until the realisation of the truth? But this is where she is, trapped in life, unable to move on...perhaps yearning to join her love in the realm beyond.
My sigil. Chaos on both the inside and the outside. The skull the event horizon.
