To Know Her Was to Burn and Be Burned
Of late I have been researching pulp fiction book covers in preparation for a photoshoot on the theme. HOW some of these ridiculous or over-the-top sexpots on these covers make me laugh! ‘To know her was to burn and be burned … but when you are dealing with drug traffickers you must keep cool … and alive.’ Or, ‘She was gorgeous – and her curves spelt death!’ They’re like the bodice rippers aimed at women. There is a thesis in here somewhere, but I’m sure it’s been done already. I also love these pulp fiction reimaginings of modern tales: Blade Runner, The Matrix and George Orwell’s 1984.
The Disgruntled Elf
Q. When is an elf disgruntled? A. When he is a gnome on a donkey entertaining delusions of grandeur.
Just look at this kitsch ceramic little figure. Even the donkey looks put-upon. Tolkien never wrote about anything so comically adorable, although this pair does resemble a couple of reluctant adventurers.
I don’t recall how I stumbled upon this figurine on Etsy, but it sure tickled my fancy. I already owned a small stone carving of a donkey/mule/horse that I had bought in the Rif Mountains of Morocco, and decided this little pair would look darling sitting nose to nose with it on my windowsill: a study in contrasts.
They came from the quaint Etsy store Betty And Dot, named after the owner’s two grandmothers. The lovely owner Sherri, surmises the figurine is most probably of 1960s Japanese origin. She very carefully packaged it for a long journey over the ocean, and the figurine arrived safely, tied up with blue ribbon and cushioned amongst the bubble wrap. Sherri included a lovely handmade note (I loved the vintage rainforest photograph) and a vintage posy of berries –a personal touch that makes all the difference with impersonal online shopping. She also has a second Etsy store, Sew Betty And Dot, specialising in vintage sewing supplies.
Here are the donkeys on my windowsill, becoming acquainted. Hee-haw!
Old Papers and New Poems
I’m pretty excited to have finished my new set of ‘Random Poetry’ this week. I started them way back in October last year, so they’ve been a long time in the making. They are a bit of a departure from the first set, with a simpler colour palette – most of the images are black and white – and some incorporate pen and ink wash drawings. All of them use antique papers, postcards or envelopes for backgrounds.
Most of these papers I have bought either here at home in Melbourne, or online at Etsy. The ones I love most are the 1860s and 70s receipts formerly belonging to one James Bell; those were bought in a fantastic secondhand books and curios shop in a Melbourne neighbourhood I once lived in. The copperplate script on these handwritten receipts is beautiful – how long did it take a clerk to fill them out?
There is even one sheet of yellowed foolscap that belonged to me as a child – I found it in one of my books in my parents’ garage. My dad discovered me a few months ago buried in an old storage cupboard and rummaging around. “What on earth are you looking for?” he asked, bemused. “Stuff,” I muttered in reply. I didn’t know what I would find. One of the things I uncovered was a 20-year-old love letter my sister had composed to her husband, then boyfriend. I very politely refrained from reading it and passed it on to her. (Later I asked her what it had contained, and she told me it was horrifyingly soppy.)
I’m really pleased with this new look to my collages that I developed. I find the stark black and white images have much more impact, and the casually scribbled drawings have the freshness of doodles. As a whole they are much more satisfying as pieces of art. One of them even rhymes! I was impressed I was able to create a semblance of meter from word scraps. The poems are about looking back and looking forward, passing through love and loss, transience and hope; some are sweet, some sharp, and some are bittersweet. Some of them are even lighthearted!
I hope you have as much pleasure in reading them as I did in the making. Click here to view Gallery Two of the random poems.
The Girl in the Chair
This is The Girl in the Chair, a little oil pastel drawing I whipped up one day in a whimsical mood. There’s no secret philosophy or meaning behind it – sometimes it’s just nice to curl up in an armchair before the fire and dream. That is all.
Flights of Fancy
What a pleasure to discover a new artist whose work very much appeals to my own aesthetic. Dreamlike and surrealist, fanciful and full of whimsy and strangeness and visual puns, Catrin Welz-Stein beckons one to step into another world of the imagination.
Originally working as a graphic designer in Germany, Welz-Stein now lives in Malaysia and, inspired by her young children, switched to illustration three years ago. She creates her images digitally, collaging old illustrations and photographs, blending them seamlessly into fairytale works of art. Her colour palette is muted and delicately tinted with a dirty edge; the grungy textures add depth and grittiness.
It is no surprise to learn that she is inspired by fantasy, children’s stories, the medieval age, Jugendstil, folklore and Surrealism, and by artists such as Otto Dix, Frida Kahlo, Picasso, Gustav Klimt, Magritte and Botticelli.
Who needs realism after all? There’s plenty of that around to drag us back to earth with a sudden jolt. Float away whenever you have the chance …
For more, visit Welz-Stein’s blog or Red Bubble gallery.