Showing posts with label drawings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drawings. Show all posts
Friday, November 6, 2015
Friday, October 16, 2015
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Friday, November 21, 2014
Born today... René Magritte, November 21, 1898, Lessines, Belgium
Studies for the beyond, ca 1938 Pencil on Paper
Frédéric Bruly Bouabré ... from the series Mythological Beast... 1948
In the 1970s, Frédéric Bruly Bouabré started to transfer his thoughts to hundreds of small drawings in postcard format, using a ballpoint pen and colour crayons. These drawings, gathered under the title of Connaissance du Monde (Knowledge of the World), form an encyclopedia of universal knowledge and experience. Other projects, such as Readings from Signs Observed in Oranges (1988), serve as visionary records of divination. For Bouabré, his drawings are representation of everything that is revealed or concealed—signs, divine thoughts, dreams, myths, the sciences, traditions—and he views his role as an artist as a redemptive calling. He has stated: “Now that we are recognized as artists, our duty is to organize into a society, and in such a way to create a framework for discussion and exchange among those who acquire and those who create. From that could arise a felicitous world civilisation.”
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“the heavens opened up before my eyes and seven colorful suns described a circle of beauty around their Mother-Sun, I became Cheik Nadro: ‘He who does not forget.’”
Saturday, November 8, 2014
John Balance (Coil) ... Drawings from Bright Lights and Cats With No Mouths ~ The Art of John Balance Collected
The first ever extensive overview of art (drawings, paintings and sketches) created by John Balance.
The artworks featured in the book are both finished elaborate hallucinatory pieces as well as quick sketches with a good sprinkling of Balance’s often underestimated humour.
Homages to idols and inspirations next to idiosyncratic magical dreamscapes
executed in a wide variety of styles and mediums
Compiled by Liam Thomas and Thighpaulsandra - with text by
Val Denham and Jeremy Reed.
Friday, September 19, 2014
Alice Rahon (1904-1987) - drawings for costumes 1946
Costumes for her production of Orion~ el gran hombre del cielo, it was never produced in her lifetime.
It was later revived in 2009 for a retrospective of Rahon's work at the Museo de Arte Moderno in Mexico.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Dolorosa de la Cruz ~ Portrait of Unica Zürn ~ Pencil on Paper 2014
Dolorosa de la Cruz ~ Portrait of Unica Zürn ~ Pencil on Paper 2014
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Friday, November 23, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 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
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