A Cycle of Wood Cuts Accompanied by a Very Nice Ode to Ingenious Doctors and Healers, self-published by Josef Váchal, Prague 1912
previous VCHAL
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Dolorosa... Vowed Series no 9...2011
Dolorosa ~ Vowed no 9 2011
This is the last of my Vowed Series of drawings you can see all the rest here > VOWED
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Igor-Alban Chevalier... graphic works
Sorting through some old files I came across a folder with these wonderful images, if anyone knows of their origin please could you leave a comment. Many thanks.
with many thanks to Tororo Shiru for solving the mystery of the artist > Igor-Alban Chevalier's blog HERE
Monday, November 14, 2011
Frederick Carter... The Dragon of the Alchemists... 1918
Frederick Carter’s deep interest in alchemy and all aspects of the supernatural and the occult, led him to produce an esoteric symbolism which is apparent throughout his work. Nowhere is this displayed more clearly than in his works for The Dragon of the Alchemists. Frederick Carter provided little or no explanation regarding the significance of his imagery which combines symbols of established religion with those of mysticism and it is likely that he intended the meaning of many of his images to remain shrouded in mystery.
Persus
Ship of Dreams
The Balance
The Babe of Fire
Silence
To-day it is maintained that a certain morbid psychological alteration in what is called "the function of reality" bears traces of archaic thought: though what is called archaic may be basic and independent of morbidity. It was accepted without hesitation in the Renaissance that myth extended the range of mental vision, and mythical incidents and classical names were so used until that mode of metaphorical expression became stereotyped. The subjective response and understanding died; a rationalised meaning took its place and nullified its appeal. But the "libido" was then, and is yet, capable of being led into sublimer paths by the use of myth, image, and metaphor: a sound mode of analogy had, as it ever has had, an impetus and a power of moving the mind that brings poetry to life. The poet was a stargazer, and found in his heaven the images of perfection.
from ~ The Dragon of the Alchemists
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Works of art....Japanese Carved Ivory Okimono... circa 1900
An Unusually Large Japanese Carved Ivory Okimono of a Human Skull
Entwined with snakes and rats
Perhaps made by a particular workshop as an example of excellence and achievement
Meiji period (1868-1912)
Entwined with snakes and rats
Perhaps made by a particular workshop as an example of excellence and achievement
Meiji period (1868-1912)
the god of death
has passed me over...
autumn dusk
Haiku of Kobayashi Issa
(1763 - 1828)
Monday, November 7, 2011
Ernst Fuchs... Vision... 1953
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previous Fuchs
A vision
I lost the love of heaven above,
I spurned the lust of earth below,
I felt the sweets of fancied love
And hell itself my only foe.
I lost earth's joys but felt the glow
Of heaven's flame abound in me
Till loveliness and I did grow
The bard of immortality.
I loved but woman fell away
I hid me from her faded fame,
I snatched the sun's eternal ray
And wrote till earth was but a name
In every language upon earth,
On every shore, o'er every sea,
I give my name immortal birth
And kept my spirit with the free.
I spurned the lust of earth below,
I felt the sweets of fancied love
And hell itself my only foe.
I lost earth's joys but felt the glow
Of heaven's flame abound in me
Till loveliness and I did grow
The bard of immortality.
I loved but woman fell away
I hid me from her faded fame,
I snatched the sun's eternal ray
And wrote till earth was but a name
In every language upon earth,
On every shore, o'er every sea,
I give my name immortal birth
And kept my spirit with the free.
John Clare
(1793 - 1864)
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Edgar Allan Poe poem... Dolorosa pen & ink sketch...
pen and ink sketch Dolorosa
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Austin Osman Spare ... Illustration...1909
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Cujus est solum ejus est usque ad coelum 1909
from
On the Oxford circuit, and other verses by Mr Justice Darling 1909
CUJUS EST SOLUM EJUS EST USQUE
AD COELUM
'ELUSIVE maxim! Hardly Heaven
they hold
Whose lands in fee to central Hell
descend.
Though from the soil its lords the
stars behold,
With the thick air extremest titles end. Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Maman Brigitte ... Jessica Grote, poem & Claude Saintilius, art.
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Maman Brigitte by Claude Saintilius
~~ Our Lady of the Cemetery: Maman Brigitte ~~
The Face of Death
Ruby-red drops of blood mix with the white flour. The strong
alcohol is still burning in her throat. Passion overcomes her,a
yearning, a desperate physical hunger, spreading her legs wide
open, shivering through her body. She wants to embrace...the
Dead.
Fixing her gaze on the purple candle, raising it high
above her head, she whispers... Maman... Ma mere... An irresistable
urge has her pouring the purple wax over her body
while calling out to HER...
You are walking down the long and sparely lit hallway.
Following a noise, a whisper, the distant echo of MY voice.
It is cold, you are alone and yet you know we are all around -
waiting for you.
Treading on the path of the unknown, you feel fear, my child,
I know.
Be brave, go ahead, follow MY call, open that door.
I am over here, standing below the willow on that old cemetery
Yes, it is music coming out of this crypt. Have a look, go inside,
you will see strange rites but also merry dancing and laughter.
Dance with the Dead, my child! Dance with my children!
Do not take yourself too serious!
I am the Mother of the Dead and we are everywhere. In fact
everyone is a walking Dead.
So why not laugh in the face of Death?
by Jessica Grote ~October 2010 excerpt from Atua
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Aztec Idol ... Vitzilipuztli ... bookplates 1700s
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A. Aveline - 1720
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1725
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Hokeah, Jack (1902-1969) ... paintings
Buffalo Dance 1929
War Dancer 1929
Greeting of Thee Moon God 1929
Chasing Evil Spirits 1929
more Jack Hokeah at Kiowa Indian Art in the C Szwedzicki Collection
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Gio Colucci... book illustration... The Torture Garden..
illustration from Octave Mirbeaus Torture Garden 1925
from The Torture Garden, written by Octave Mirbeau in 1899
Works of Art.... Skull and Devil... Japan
Ivory okimono of a scull (tokotsu) entwined with a serpent, Meiji period (1868 - 1912)
worn by members of the underground dokudo (later yakuza), because they believed it brought good luck to gamblers. In the Meiji period the best-known carver of this subject was Gjokuzan.
Carved ivory netsuke signed Chiyuki 之, Japan, Meiji period, turn of the 19th century
This netsuke depicts a typical stylized devil Oni
They come from the Buddhist pantheon and appear in many folk stories. In this comical stylization the umbrella is used instead of the kanabo steel club. The eyes of the devil are made of mother-of-pearl and were inserted by the technique ji ita hamekomi.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Robert Taylor... Pen & Ink drawings and Poem...
Rose ~ pen and ink
Flower of Freya ~ Pen and Ink
The Pointillist
In the gathering indigo of evening
at the twilight of the day,
as ghosts of blue smoke be rising
from chimeys red and grey,
an ink-besmeared drawing board,
testament to lonely nights
of labor-intense endeavors
where his patient work is wrought.
The small key rolls the tumblers
of an oiled, aged lock
that opens the door to stillness.
He feels for the light switch
to vanquish the dark.
Alchemist of the stipple-pen
in his black kitchen of art,
pursuing the endless journey
from ink to pen to dot.
His hair now streaked with silver,
Myopia dims his sight.
His years in dots are measured,
subtracting from his life...
In the gathering indigo of evening
at the twilight of the day,
as ghosts of blue smoke be rising
from chimeys red and grey,
an ink-besmeared drawing board,
testament to lonely nights
of labor-intense endeavors
where his patient work is wrought.
The small key rolls the tumblers
of an oiled, aged lock
that opens the door to stillness.
He feels for the light switch
to vanquish the dark.
Alchemist of the stipple-pen
in his black kitchen of art,
pursuing the endless journey
from ink to pen to dot.
His hair now streaked with silver,
Myopia dims his sight.
His years in dots are measured,
subtracting from his life...
more wonders here at the Red Salon
Winners of 500,000 mark giveaway!
Many thanks to all who put their name in the hat and for the lovely feeback! :) much appreciated! Congratulations to Baasma Parvi who gets the print and Peter Dyde who gets the book. Enjoy!
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Rosaleen Norton... At home... drawing...
Rosaleen Norton aged 5
"At Home" from the Art of Rosaleen Norton
...she writes that Kundalini 'sometimes assumes the shape
of a serpent' and is 'my most powerful Familiar'...
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
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