Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Born today... Georg Trakl ,February 3, 1887, Salzburg, Austria, Self portrait & poems


Mourning 

The dark eagles, sleep and death, 
Rustle all night around my head: 
The golden statue of man 
Is swallowed by the icy comber 
Of eternity. On the frightening reef 
The purple remains go to pieces, 
And the dark voice mourns 
Over the sea. 
Sister in my wild despair 
Look, a precarious skiff is sinking 
Under the stars, 
The face of night whose voice is fading.




Georg Trakl, self portrait, 1913



Whispered In The Afternoon


Feebly glints the sun's thin ray,
From the tree the ripe fruit falleth,
In the deep blue distance dwelleth
Silence--'tis an endless day.


Sharp a shot the stillness cleaves,
Prone to earth its victim bringing.
Harsh refrain of brown girls singing
Dies amid the fall of leaves.


Dream-wings o'er God's forehead play,
And He thinketh but in color.
Shadows round the hill grow duller,
Bordered by a dim decay.


Twilight, drunken with repose;
Sad guitar-notes trickle faintly.
Back unto his lamplight saintly
In a dream the wanderer goes.




Song of the Departed


To Karl Borromaeus Heinrich



The flight of birds is full of harmonies. At evening
The green forests have gathered to more silent huts;
The crystal meadows of the doe.
A dark shape calms the ripple of the brook, the damp shadows,


And the flowers of summer which ring beautifully in the wind. 
Already the brow of the pondering man grows dark. 
And goodness, a small lamp, shines in his heart 
And the peace of the meal; because bread and wine are sanctified 
By God's hands, and out of nocturnal eyes 
The brother silently gazes at you, so that he rests from thorny wanderings. 
O the dwelling in the soulful blueness of night. 


The silence in the room also lovingly embraces the shadows of ancestors, 
The purple martyrs, lament of a mighty race 
That now dies piously in the lonely grandchild. 
Because from black minutes of insanity the long-sufferer 
Always awakens more radiant at the petrified threshold 
And the cool blueness embraces him enormously and the bright decline of autumn, 


The still house and the telling of the forest, 
Measure and law and the lunar paths of the departed.





Springtime of the Soul


Outcry in sleep; through black alleys the wind falls,
The blue of spring beckons through breaking branches,
Purple night-dew and stars extinguish all around.
Greenish the river dawns, silverly the old avenues
And the towers of the city. O gentle drunkenness
In the gliding boat and the dark calls of the blackbird
In innocent gardens. Already, the rosy veil thins.


Solemnly the waters murmur. O the moist shadows of the floodplain,
The striding animal; greening shapes, flowering branches
Touch the crystal forehead; shimmering boat-sway.
Quietly the sun sounds in the rose-colored clouds by the hill.
Great is the stillness of the fir forest, the earnest shadows at the river.


Purity! Purity! Where are the terrible paths of death,
Of gray stony silence, the rocks of night
And the peaceless shadows? Abyss radiant with sun.


Sister, when I found you at the lonely clearing
In the forest, it was midday and the silence of the animal great;
Whiteness under wild oak, and the thorn bloomed silver.
Enormous dying and the singing flame in the heart.


Darker the waters flow around the beautiful play of fishes.
Hour of mourning, silent vision of the sun;
The soul is a strange shape on earth. Spiritually blueness
Dusks over the pruned forest; and a dark bell rings
Long in the village; peaceful escort.
Silently the myrtle blooms over the white eyelids of the dead.
Softly the waters whisper in the subsiding afternoon
And the wilderness on the bank greens more darkly; joy in the rosy wind;
The brother's gentle song by the evening hill.





Sunday, February 1, 2015

Toyen (1902-1980)... At the Mercy of Their Gaze, 1957





Toyen ~ At the Mercy of Their Gaze, oil on canvas 1957


Ithell Colquhoun (1906-1988)... Imbolc... Feb 2 1972











Born today...Hugo von Hofmannsthal February 1, 1874, Landstraße, Vienna, Austria




Creatures of Flame

We are all creatures of flame. The butterfly: the intensity of a short life and fragility
become color. My death is like shadow, my life aquiver, a pulse in the light; I am so 
close to death it makes me proud, cruel and demonic.
Unmoved, I flutter from Helen's lips to Adonis' wound. 
I love my death, the flame, more than anything.




Creature of the Flood
Poem of the Mussels

We are alone in the dark. You up there have lips, rolled-up leaves, hands entwined with rosy blood and bluish veins, we are alone and cannot touch. We live our life fully, our fate is to resist the waves, that is what we become, and triumph and pain color us as the reflection of fall and of the sun colors the waves there near the surface.


Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Paul Holman... Tara Morgana, excerpt, 2014










from Tara Morgana by Paul Holman published by Scarlet Imprint and illustrated by the photography of Paul Lambert


Sunday, January 4, 2015

Rikki Ducornet ...poem and watercolour & gouache ... 1989







The lunatic algebra
of Love.
The frenzied orbits
of Mood.
The malarial temperatures
of Wound.
Symbols of the Cult
of Seizure:
This flesh, this amulet
incised.
This hot spoor
of predators.
This zodiac savaged
in the sky.


The Cult of Seizure 1989


Born today...André Masson ... Être et le néant (Being and Nothingness), indian ink drawing, 1941







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.”















“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.’”





Venus of Syria ... Hellenistic Period... ca. 2nd/1st century BC.







Monday, November 10, 2014

Toyen (MARIE ČERMÍNOVÁ) 1902-1980.... Portrait of Andre Breton ... 1950





signed and dedicated à andré Breton / Toyen / 18 II 1950 
crayon, charcoal, oil and glitter on linen, held by two wood batons as a scroll



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.









Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Dolorosa De La Cruz... new drawings in upcoming issue of Anathema Pillars Journal: PILLARS .III. “The Ebon Kteis”




Three art works of mine are featured in the upcoming Anathema Pillars Journal: PILLARS .III. “The Ebon Kteis”

PRE-ORDERS for PILLARS .III. “The Ebon Kteis” are now opened!




'The Ebon Kteis' delves into the subtle beauty that lies at the threshold of Eros & Thanatos, and what has oft' been referred to as “la petite mort”: the strange connection that exists between orgasm, the loss of the senses and the ultimate release of Death; both Symbolic having a real strong bond to one another.

The subject is exploited from various angles; within witchcraft, tantrism, the necromantic arts, romanticism, et cetera (of course always leaving much interpretative power to the contributors). - Also pertaining to this Issue will be a huge emphasis on the many ways to go about the Sabbatical Rites of Soul-Flight and Congress, whether with fellow brethren or by means of Self-Initiation.




Detail of La Del SoL ~ Dolorosa , pastel on paper 2014


Thursday, October 2, 2014

Born Today ... Rosaleen Miriam "Roie" Norton, October 2, 1917, Dunedin, New Zealand






image: The Hag , watercolour



...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. RN


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