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My 160th Post: Still Rambling on

Posted in ART, BOOKS! DEAR READER I READ IT, BRONTE BITES, FAVORITE ART: Art I LOVE, MY ALTERED ART BOOK PAGES, MY SURFACES, TRANSCRIPTION with tags , , , , , , on May 9, 2009 by echostains

Ghosts of the past walk this way (with orbs)

Ghosts of the past walk this way (with orbs)

Well, I can’t believe that this is my 160th post!  What on earth have I found to write (or ramble on about?)  I now have 11 categories.  Some of these are well left behind – like the London Jaunt and LasVegas.  They’re nice to look back on though.  I am continuing with my Transcription.  That consists of two journals stuck together and  I am nearly coming to the end of the first one.

 

 transcription journal front

transcription journal front

I have some more surfaces to continue with yet.  The altered art book has 3 pages before the first chapter is finished.  I am then into brand new territory.  Some pages have been prepared, but the words haven’t been chosen (which was  the case when the book disappeared for a few years then popped up.  I then couldn’t remember WHY I’d chosen those particular words, but decided to try to work with them anyway. There are three chapters altogether. 

page7 and8 altered art book

page7 and8 altered art book

I have introduced a new section called ‘Dear Reader I Read it’ which will critique what I’m reading, or re reading.  Another category is called ‘Bronte Bites’.  This will be about stuff relating to the Brontes.  The Brontes fascinate me, but I do not purport to be an expert on them by any means.  I’m always willing to learn what I can about them from people who are more knowledgable than me.  So any opinion that I give is only my own opinion, and not an expert one.

bronte_sisters by branwell bronte c1834

bronte_sisters by branwell bronte c1834

I will be continuing with ‘Art I LOVE’, because I love SO MUCH art!  I am finding it increasingly difficult to actually do any art (apart from my altered book) as I have so many other things on the go.  That’s my update anyway, and where I am up to at the moment.

Altered art book, Page 23 continued

Posted in ART, MY ALTERED ART BOOK PAGES, SCULPTURE with tags , , on May 8, 2009 by echostains

Page 23 of my altered art book continued from this

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One artist springs immediately to mind – artist Mona Hatoum. (b. 1975 Beirut Lebanon).  In her exhibition ‘The Grater Divide’ at the White Cube 2002 the artist used familiar objects on a larger scale, such as a fold out cheese grater that acts as a room divider.  Hatoum’s work identifies with being uprooted and living in exile.  Hatoum employs installation, sculpture, performance art and mixed media in her work, addressing subjects such as exile, the body, control, life death amongst others.  Her work is fascinating.  For a more in depth view look here.

paravent-mona-hatoum-2008

paravent-mona-hatoum-2008

Altered Art book: Page 23 The muffled voice

Posted in ART, MY ALTERED ART BOOK PAGES with tags , , , on May 7, 2009 by echostains

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page-23

Page 23 of my altered art book.  It seems so long since I last did a page, lets hope I’m now on a roll lol!  I am very nearly near the end of the first ‘chapter’ (there are 3 altogether I think) and I am already having a problem closing this book!

The text  I have chosen (long ago)  is;

“Back in his own room he wound the tape back and switched to PLAY.  Nothing for long seconds, then a rustling like leaves, then his voice, wrapped up, as if he was talking through cloth.”

page-23-detail lipstick kissed through fabric

 

I thought deeply about WHY I had chosen these words and what they said to me.  The idea of recording an event and replaying it: looking back on a moment that has gone.  The need to TELL.  This made me think of some sort of confessional and inevitably, a grill, a barrier beween the teller and the listener.

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page-23-detail-

 Also the idea of talking through cloth, muffled voices: the words indistinct, the voice not being recognised.  Perhaps a yashmak, (a veil worn by Muslim women to cover their faces in public), or a scarf, a gag: voices trying to make themselves distinct through time.  Or when you hear a foreign language and your ears try to pick out words you recognise in your own language (and of course it makes no difference at all, but it doesn’t stop you trying because the urge to communicate is too strong).

Continued tomorrow……

Altered art book: page 21 Dark Days in the Coffin

Posted in ART, MY ALTERED ART BOOK PAGES with tags , , , on March 11, 2009 by echostains

page21

page21

Continuing with my altered art book, I have now reached page 21.  I am still doing pages whose words were chosen a long time ago and for a particular reason.Though those original reasons are now lost, I am just going by what suggests itself to me, and I shall see what happens.  I chose quite a lot of words for this page;-

“She’d be laid out in her coffin, pink satin it’d be with blue trimmings to go with her make-up”

Silver trains shake through the stone

My Mum chucked them out.  The whole lot.  She said they were dirty.

I don’t know…….some people

eye leaking

like it always did

two catrinas

two catrinas

Sounds a bit grisly eh?  What can it all mean? laid out in her coffin with her make-up on.  In Mexico they celebrate the dead, they have the Day of the Dead, (1st – 2nd November)  where the dead are celebrated.  Read about it here.

eternal-slumber

eternal-slumber

I also came across these strange dolls in coffins!  They’re called ‘Living Dead dolls’ and seem very strange, to say the least.  They do have a kind of grisly charm I suppose….. if you are that way inclined.  I don’t know what the ideology is behind them though.  When you are little you imbue your dolls with life, they become little companions, you talk to them (and they talk back …..well mine did!)  What do you do with a dead doll though? bring it to life? like you would anyway if it wasn’t dressed in a shroud? if it wasn’t in a coffin? Confused.

I am going to have to do some work on this page.

To be continued…

Here we go yet again with the freaky formating!  I give up!

View the pages so far here

 

Altered art book: page 20 James Dean arrives

Posted in ART, MY ALTERED ART BOOK PAGES with tags , , , on March 6, 2009 by echostains

page20

 

page20

Continuing with my altered art book, the words that were chosen were;

‘Little bastard!’

Then high heels across the hallway and kitchen, then the door clicked shut..

He stared at her and stomped off up the road….

Again, WHY THOSE PARTICULAR WORDS?  What was I thinking of when I chose them?  The answer is lost in time and I have to work with the present, in the present…and I have my work cut out so I had better sharpen those scissors eh!

page20-detail

page20-detail

Stumped, I turned to Google and typed in ‘Little Bastard’, the result was surprising!

spyder porshe -james-dean

 

spyder porshe -james-dean

This was the actor James Dean’s racing car.  Well you learn something new every day.  The story about the car, his death and story are fascinating: read here!  I suppose judging by the sheer randomness of this, and the moodiness of the text (stomping off etc), James Dean or to be more generic, icons will be the theme of this page.

 

To be continued

Altered art book Page 19 Behind the Curtain

Posted in ART, MY ALTERED ART BOOK PAGES with tags , , , , , on February 25, 2009 by echostains

Continuing my Altered art book: page 19: the words I have chosen are;

He had a moment of clairvoyance

He turned cold inside and something tightened in his head……

I had a bit of a job with this.  Why had I chosen those words so long ago?

page-19with curtain up

page-19with curtain up

 

‘A moment of clairvoyance’ what does it mean? a sudden enlightenment? a revealation? the moment you just ‘knew’?  I think everyone gets glimpses every now and again.  I think ‘clues’ are all around us about what is going to happen, or what direction we are heading.  It’s a matter of interpreting them, being aware and sensitive to slight changes.  This made me think about lifting a curtain up, or a veil and taking a peek what lies beyond it.

page-19-with-curtain-down

page-19-with-curtain-down

 

I printed out a small picture of Aleceister Crowley (why him?  I honestly don’t know), but its likely because he tried to get beyond the veil…into a few dark corners lol!  I then placed a ‘curtain’ over him.  I suppose I was thinking of the Magician (so above, so below) and subverting this to ‘so underneath, so over (the top lol) or so is hidden, so is revealed.  The artist relating to this page will be myself………….

Media used; handmade paper, oil pastel and water colour, photocopy, organza ribbon

To be continued

Altered art book: page 17 Junk for Sale

Posted in ART, MY ALTERED ART BOOK PAGES with tags , , , , , , , on February 10, 2009 by echostains
page17

page17

Continuing my Altered art book: page 17, the words chosen are: –

and

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page17-detail

The streets smelt of simmering green vegetables and gas leaks…

stained green sofa

‘Didn’t realise it was for sale’

Everything is for sale

Inside the room was such a concentration of junk as he’d never seen before…….

Strange words eh? ‘simmering green vegetables and gas leaks’.  I can almost image the green colur.  It is one of those lines that inspire painting.  One of my Echostains painting employed the lines: –

“Where the scent of wild roses, turn the milk to cream,

Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.”

What I was trying to achieve in this painting was to try to turn ‘the scent of wild roses’ into ‘velvet green’.  In a sense, trying to turn a smell into a colour through the senses (sight).  Unfortunately though, I sold ‘Velvet Green’ .  I have a copy of it somewhere that I will add when I find it.

 

hangover-tomaselli-2005-pills-acrylic-resin-on-wood

hangover-tomaselli-2005-pills-acrylic-resin-on-wood

For ‘Junk’ I used tablets, drugs as a background.  Californian artist Fred Tomaselli (b.1956) uses unusual mixed media, including prescription drugs, medicinal herbs and plants with hallucinogenic properties on wood.  Combined with other mixed media, including magazine scraps, making unusual connections between high and low culture. 

omaselli-echo-wow-and-flutter-2000-leaves-pills-photocollageacrylic-and-resin

 

 

You know what they say though…that one man’s junk is another man’s treasure?  There are a lot of artists who use what would be termed as ‘junk’ to some to create art.

To be continued….

Altered art book: Pages so far, ongoing

Posted in ART, MY ALTERED ART BOOK PAGES with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 5, 2009 by echostains

Whilst looking back at the pages I have done in  my altered art book, I became aware that some of these pages were going backwards!  In order to rectify this, I have now put these in order, with the narrative I have chosen from the book.  This makes the story flow better .  The red text are words I have added, either to join sentences together or just to bridge a gap!  I will add to this page as I go along.

Each page LINKS back to WHY, HOW and some artist rearch that I felt may be of some relevence to the page.  There are reasons for these images and stories of the journeys that took me there.

The book is called ‘The Five Gates of Hell’ by Rupert Thomson (I have never read the original book)

The early days…

Notes about this book

Page 2

“A mirror image of silver. The jets seared through a membrane of the sky. The air turned to sound. There was nothing left to breathe and in his ears the stammer of machine guns as the bullets scuffed the dust around their feet, raised rows of ghostly plants that grew, one after the other in the day ground, hung in the air, then crumbled, then their hands were pulled apart, and they skittered screaming, limbs of water screech like saw attacking wood.”

” Everything was white and pale blue. Curtains decorated with anchors and mermaids, the steering wheels of ships. The skull of a seagull above the bed, a silver coin winking where the right eye used to be. A heap of shells unsorted on the rug, the shells he’d found only the days before. He was in the wrong house”

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p1-to-2-

Page 3

He muttered ‘Jesus’ under his breath, a new word, and just about strong enough for what he felt, and, heaving a sigh, began to retrace his steps. He wished he could just leave her behind, it wasn’t far to the house now, another five minutes, but he’d promised, Dad had made him promise, and what if something happened? There were people called strangers, and you talked to them and then something happened. He didn’t know what that something was. It was too bad to even talk about.”
“He reached Georgia and stood looking down”
JEORSUS,GEORGIA,GEORGUS,GEORSUS,JEORSUS

 

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p3

 Page 4

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Page 4

“Your mother is dead’ she told him, and he cried because the word had such a dull empty sound. She tried to explain. “When someone dies,” she said, “they go away”
“When do they come back?”
“They don’t” she said “They don’t come back”
ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?

I said “ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?”

HELLO? IS THERE ANYBODY THERE?”

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page-3 and 4-and-extra map-

 Page 5

Legend says that the
Special fish brooch?
They’re the guardians of the soul

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p5

Page 6

SO

Take the plunge

Black swimsuit, dry and brown

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p6

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p5-and 6-

Page 7
Dad says it’s in my blood

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p7-

Page 8
Lots of white and blue balls……

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page8-
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page7-and 8-

 Page 9

A kind of reminder

Pushed into sand

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 Page 10

Booby trapped

Talk in a whisper green grass…

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page-10-

 

and more details

Page 11

They walked through their childhood

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page-11-

 Page 12 and more details

He hid his own fears and wishes and only took them out in private under the eye of the moon

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page-12

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page-11-and-12-

Page 13 and  more details

He listened to his father breathing
And made plans for that loneliness…

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page-13-

Page 14

Helsinki

And they’d duck and flinch

page-14

page-14

pages 13 and 14

pages 13 and 14

Page 15 and details

Someone was God and she was always flirting with him
In her Empire of Junk

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page15-

 Page 16 and more details

They’d shoot at the wooden crosses

The door would shake, then the windows

Then the door again.

He became a regular at the empire of junk
More than a hundred radios….

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page-16-

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page 17 and details

And’

The streets smelt of simmering reen vegetables and gas leaks

stained green sofa

didn’t realise it was for sale

‘Everything is for sale’

inside the room was such a concentration of junk as he’d never seen begore’

page17

page17

Page 18

‘He stared down at the machine’

the machine began to revolve

A gritty roaring sound like the ocean dragging pebbles

soaked up by a piece of blotting paper….

page18

page18

pages17-18

pages17-18