gouache, Chinese ink and pastel on paper
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
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
Labels:
Andre Breton,
surrealism,
surrealists,
Toyen
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.
Labels:
books,
drawings,
John Balance,
Timeless Editions,
Val Denham
Friday, November 7, 2014
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Monday, October 27, 2014
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!
Detail of La Del SoL ~ Dolorosa , pastel on paper 2014
Sunday, October 5, 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
Labels:
poems,
poetry,
poets,
Rosaleen Norton
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