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Saturday
Dec172011

Number Thirteen

 Number Thirteen

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

 

Tuesday
Nov082011

Illustrators Unlimited

 

 

 

So happy to have my artwork featured in this wonderful book by Gestalten.

Apologies for the badly lit photographs!

xxx

Tuesday
Nov012011

Rose Red

Rose Red (digital Illustration)

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

 

Wednesday
Oct262011

Dialogue

 

Dialogues with the invisible.

Taken last summer during my collaboration with basje.

In this land of strangers

There are dangers

There are sorrows

(Pixies/Silver)

 

Monday
Oct172011

Falling through night

 

Brakken

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.

x

Thursday
Oct062011

What lives on the other side of the mirror...

 

 

Sometimes I am only half here

 

Balthus

Photomontage/illustration

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.

x

Thursday
Oct062011

Mirlo

 

All in a days work.

 

xxx

Tuesday
Sep272011

Madeline

 

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!

xxx

Monday
Sep262011

New Prints

 

Click to enter shop

Older works, new prints, now in store.

xxx

Wednesday
Sep212011

Pretty Children

 

A recent, unfinished character design

 Just musings today. I am working on three separate new images at the moment: faces and situations which you are already familiar with, if you have followed my work for a while. Sometimes I receive emails asking about the characters in my art, about why they are most always pale, ethereal, overly pretty girls of an indeterminate age, and so on. And sometimes I wonder about this myself, because I have never really been able to predict beforehand just what my characters are 'up to'.....so I will try to explain...

I'm not sure, perhaps it might require more skill to create less homogenous looking faces? I suspect this is the truth, except I also think that my characters have taken on a sort of life of their own, and have come to represent a certain something which most always lies beneath. Basically, I am often more concerned with the emotional content of the image than the mundane prettiness of my characters. And their faces have simply come to represent what is most familiar to me, something which I have most likely carried with me since childhood: an impression, a reflection, a memory of old stories and dreams. I am also pale, and blonde, so I dare say there is a small reference to childhood myself, as well, as far as 'colouring' goes. Perhaps, after all, there is only one solitary character hiding behind all of them, a sort of transparent, ghostly being who can only take on a small number of disguises before she exhausts herself. Perhaps, like my digital skill, she cannot fully materialize. But it's alright, we have patience!

The old fairy tales are still my greatest influence, and the girls are often a manifestation of an idea inspired by them. In a sense, the girls are like a blank canvas which gives form to the ideas, the symbols which surround them. And the symbols are often more important to me, personally, than the characters. This is why I am constantly drawn to the somnambulist theme: they are concerned with something larger which moves us, something just outside of our physical control. Sleep brings them closer to the unconscious (and I am still using Jungian symbols in my art), to what we might collectively refer to as the other side. It is the closest that I can get to what moves me outside of poetry and film...and the films in my head are led by music, never dialogue. The girls in the image above are still quite literally sleeping. They have not been invested with personality as yet, and maybe they never shall. They are nowhere near technically complete, yet their hearts are still beating, and their dreams are vivid with potential. At this stage, technically speaking, I often wait for the character to 'tell me' what surrounds them, what they are thinking, feeling, etc. Frustratingly, I can never actually design the outcome beforehand. So many of my ideas never come to fruition because the characters simply won't join in.

They aren't supposed to imitate reality as much as they are meant to suggest something just outside of it. They exist neither in the land of the living nor the realms of the dead.Inaccessible, they are a law unto themselves, concerned only with themselves and the mysteries of nature and dreams. They cannot be wounded or hurt like mortal children, which strengthens yet distances them simultaneously. My artist friend Kim has occasionally remarked that there is something uncanny, unsettling about an overly pretty child (in reference to my work), and this is kind of the point. What initially stikes us as human, approachable, even cute, might not be all that it seems.

xxx