Sunday, December 30, 2012

Dolorosa... happy birthday... Austin Spare 2012


Pastel on Paper No 1 of 9  A4

The fractional second is the path I would open...
Magic is but one's natural ability to attract without asking.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Anonymous... The Learned Man, 1511... Woodcut


from Liber de sensibus in Que hoc volumine continentur by Charles de Bovelles (Charles de Bouelles, Carolus Bovillus) (1479-1553) 
a  treatise on the senses. more HERE 

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

George Russell 'AE' (1867-1935)... Tired...drawing and poem


Tired, Ink and wash, 

Star Teachers

EVEN as a bird sprays many-coloured fires,
The plumes of paradise, the dying light
Rays through the fevered air in misty spires
    That vanish in the heights.

These myriad eyes that look on me are mine;        
Wandering beneath them I have found again
The ancient ample moment, the divine,
    The God-root within men.

For this, for this the lights innumerable
As symbols shine that we the true light win:        
For every star and every deep they fill
    Are stars and deeps within.

George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935).  Collected Poems by A.E.  1913.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Giovanni Luigi Valesio (1583-1633)...Venus Whipping Cupid with Roses...early 17th century


"love is not so easily chastised"

                                                                             more here

Saturday, November 24, 2012

M. Fröhlich... illustration... Else Lasker-Schüler 1907


illustration of Else Lasker-Schüler from "Tino of Baghdad" by Else Lasker-Schüler  1907

To the Barbarian

The rough drops of your blood

Bring sweetness to my skin.

Do not call my eyes traitresses

Because they’re floating around your skies;

I’m resting on your night, smiling

And teaching your stars how to play.

And I’m walking through the rusty gate

Of your bliss with a song.

I love you and am coming nearer, in white

And transfigured on pilgrimage toes,

I’m taking your haughty heart,

Pure chalice, with me to the angels.

I love you as if I’d died

And my soul were spread across you –

My soul took in all the pain,

Its bitter images will shatter you.

But there are so many roses in bloom

I’d like to give you;

I’d like to bring you all the gardens

Woven into a wreath.

I keep thinking of you

Until the clouds drop down;

We’d like to kiss,

Wouldn’t we?

by  Else Lasker-Schüler

Stanislas de Guaita... Rosa Mystica... Bookplate 1885


click on image to enlarge

Friday, November 23, 2012

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Dolorosa... pastel work... 2012


click on image to enlarge

As Heathen Velvet Grunts On ~ Pastel and Pencil on paper 2012

currently on show at the  Mori+Stein Gallery at the Untouchable show curated by Franko B till
the 1st of Dec 2012  together with this work > HERE

Monday, October 22, 2012

Dolorosa... Pastel drawing...oct 2012


work in progress ~ Brazed Mythic flunk vows ~ october 2012 pastel drawing on paper A3

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Willy Pogany... illustrations from The Song Celestial 1934

from The Song Celestial (Bhagavad Gita) by Sir Edwin Arnold 
illustrated by Willy Pogany


Dwelling outside the stress
Of passion, fear, and anger; fixed in calms
Of lofty contemplation;


 The Doors of Hell
Are threefold, whereby men to ruin pass, --
The door of Lust, the door of Wrath, the door 
Of Averice.

" The elements, the conscious life, the mind,
The unseen vital force, the nine strange gates
Of the body, and the five domains of sense;
Desire, dislike, pleasure and pain, and thought
Deep-woven, and persistency of being;
These all are wrought on Matter by the Soul! "

 Chapter 13

previous POGANY

Monday, October 8, 2012

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Austin Osman Spare... Satyr c1920


"By turning my head involuntary... I can always see my alter ego, familiars or the gang of elementals that partly constitute my being." AOS

from Austin Osman Spare, Fallen Visionary, Refractions published by Jerusalem Press

Alfred Kubin... Der Asket (the ascetic) ...1910


"When I ventured back into the world of the living, I discovered that my god only held half-sway. In everything, both great and small, he had to share with an adversary who wanted life. The forces of repulsion and attraction, the twin poles of the earth with their currents, the alternation of the seasons, day and night, black and white - these are battles..."

from The Other Side  A.Kubin