Digital drawing/painting, except for the floorboards & scissors, which I took from a photograph.
What a jolly unseasonal offering!
Inspired by: Growing pains, adolescence, my own past (I turned thirteen on Friday the 13th), the X-Files, invisible siblings, Aimee Bender, Angela Carter, current dream symbols.
I like the idea of a room without walls in the sky. Could also represent a sort of diving board or gangplank...into the unknown. Maturation, or the close of childhood, the violence of an unplanned departure.
Best wishes for the holidays xxx
For the Fairytales series. Winter moods. Worried her cheeks are too cherubic, perhaps. She is walking through a sort of mirror world, another kind of wonderland. x
I haven't been able to settle with this image, for some reason. Once uploaded to the public its 'personality' seems to change, which is really weird. She's most likely a symbol of devastation leading to transformation, and although she is presented within the 'Madeline' style circle I am not quite certain if she belongs to the series. She is pretty and I did not intend her to be so ethereally pretty. I am so fed up of pretty.
Having work done on my home at the moment (again), and no idea how long it will last. The confusion and calamity has interfered with my working patterns somewhat, and I am constantly concerned about my equipment getting covered in dust. I am also working on a piece for 'Madeline' called A Visitation from the Doll, which concerns ghostly butterflies and bell jars - my latest visual obsessions! However, the image is coming along oh so slowly, and shall probably only reach completion after the work on the house is finished up.
Madeline lives in a rather tiny appartment with her father and a cat called Balthus. There are other creatures of course, which are the product of Madeline and Balthus' imagination who have taken up residence amongst the shadows, behind the curtains and drapes, whilst the more bashful ones take to nestling inside the small cracks in the skirting boards or beneath the tattered remains of Madeline's great grandmothers Persian carpets. Madeline's father tries very hard to pretend that he cannot see them. But Madeline's father is a clever man, who understands the spaces between words and the messages whispered on the night wind that so often take the form of small birds and translucent butterflies, or the songs which have been serenading Madeline ever since she was very small. Madeline knows that her father knows, but they never speak of it. Balthus collects dove's wings and small balls of his own fur which have taken on a life of their own. They are occasionally rather troublesome.
Madeline now has her own Gallery set.
Photomontage and illustration. For Dreamchord Luxe.
I am thinking of producing a series (within a series) based upon the dreams of a girl called Madeline. The girl herself may never appear, only her thoughts and fantasies and fears. I like the idea of what lies hidden, what isn't quite shown within the image, only suggested, like feet peeping out behind curtains, vague mirror images. An emphasis upon the ephemeral, the passage of time. I imagine that she lives in Paris, or perhaps only a memory of Paris, for Madeline after all shall never become real. She lives with one parent, like the herione's in fairytales, and the parent is possibly bewitched. Madeline loves the frost patterns which magically appear on the windowpanes in winter, the visiting birds who tell her of what goes on down in the streets outside...for Madeline's physical body never leaves her appartment.
I am also thinking of creating a photobook of the Dreamchord Luxe series. I have always felt that these images must be presented together as a group, one leading on from the other, rather than functioning as stand alone prints. I would also love to add random segments of text, or weird litle poems, which would be a really nice project for the future!