Showing posts with label drawings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drawings. Show all posts
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Austin Osman Spare... pencil drawing ... 1944-1945
Enthosthorasis
Friday, November 23, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Charlie Martineau.... Lust...2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Michelangelo... Anima Damnata...1524
Only I remain burning in the dusk
After the sun has stripped the world of its rays:
Whereas other men take their pleasure, I do but mourn,
Prostrate on the ground, lamenting and weeping...
After the sun has stripped the world of its rays:
Whereas other men take their pleasure, I do but mourn,
Prostrate on the ground, lamenting and weeping...
from notes on drawings by Michelangelo dated around same period
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
William Blake... A Devil or Satyr... c1810
click on image to enlarge
from the Robert H. Taylor art collection at the
Princeton University Library
Friday, April 13, 2012
Rosaleen Norton ... drawing & poem excerpt
...My home is the house of winds,
With great songs of Space ringing wild in my ears
Whose shouting heart leaps to their tune.
I mock at the shapes, plodding thickly, through lamplight:
stupid and cruel - or kind -
They are alien, Other, I'm touched with uneasiness...
Fear of these human.... and glide away sidelong:
Yet joying in fear, in my stealthy aloofness,
To know they are They and I'm I.
Towers of old cities are spiralling over me, Night-conjured,
rising from Time
And I hear, through the seething of luminous silence -
Secretive, vibrant, the sound of the Solitude -
Calling of others like me
Quietly they come, flitting softly as secrets; light-footed,
velvety, swift...
With eyes gleaming green, lambent flame of the Opal.
Kindred... we signal our quick recognition.
I am I ... but I know we are we
Panther of silence; god of Night; Lord of the wild inhuman
stars:
You are my own; teeming soul of solitude.
Here is no loneliness, secret Master -
You, Dark Spirit are with me.
With great songs of Space ringing wild in my ears
Whose shouting heart leaps to their tune.
I mock at the shapes, plodding thickly, through lamplight:
stupid and cruel - or kind -
They are alien, Other, I'm touched with uneasiness...
Fear of these human.... and glide away sidelong:
Yet joying in fear, in my stealthy aloofness,
To know they are They and I'm I.
Towers of old cities are spiralling over me, Night-conjured,
rising from Time
And I hear, through the seething of luminous silence -
Secretive, vibrant, the sound of the Solitude -
Calling of others like me
Quietly they come, flitting softly as secrets; light-footed,
velvety, swift...
With eyes gleaming green, lambent flame of the Opal.
Kindred... we signal our quick recognition.
I am I ... but I know we are we
Panther of silence; god of Night; Lord of the wild inhuman
stars:
You are my own; teeming soul of solitude.
Here is no loneliness, secret Master -
You, Dark Spirit are with me.
from Pan's Daughter by Nevill Drury
previous Rosaleen Norton
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Sherana Harriette Frances... drawings part 2 ... 1976
The LSD drawings of Sherana Harriette Frances
a scan from a favourite book of mine
Drawing it out ~ Befriending the Unconscious ~
the book originated as a wordless visual dialogue between her conscious and unconscious mind, catalyzed by her experience with LSD at the international Institute for Advanced Study.
click on image to enlarge
"The Mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell,
a hell of heaven."
- Milton: Paradise Lost (1667) Book 1 line 253 Friday, March 9, 2012
Paul Rumsey... drawings... Satyr Family... 2002
I am delighted to share with you, some work generously sent by a favourite artist and super thrilled to know he is a fan of the blog!!
click on image to enlarge
click on image to enlarge
more wonders here > The Paul Rumsey Homepage
Friday, February 10, 2012
Ernst Fuchs... drawing...1963 erotica
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Mervyn Peake 1911-1968 .... drawing...
Pen line drawing 1957
"We are all imprisoned by the dictionary. We choose out of that vast,
paper-walled prison our convicts, the little black printed words,
when in truth we need fresh sounds to utter,
new enfranchised noises which would produce a new effect."
— Mervyn Peake (Titus Groan)
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)