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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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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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 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 5

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

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Page 6

SO

Take the plunge

Black swimsuit, dry and brown

 

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Page 7
Dad says it’s in my blood

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Page 8
Lots of white and blue balls……

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 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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and more details

Page 11

They walked through their childhood

 

 

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 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 13 and  more details

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

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Page 14

Helsinki

And they’d duck and flinch

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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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 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 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’

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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….

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page18

 

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Altered art book Page 15 continued: A Trashy Romance

Posted in ART, MY ALTERED ART BOOK PAGES with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 21, 2009 by echostains
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Page 15 continued……..

The words on this page are: –

‘Someone was God and she was always flirting with him’

‘In her empire of Junk’

My first thought were to go with artists who were either spiritual, God Fearing or who just celebrated God: William Blake sprang to mind.  But then when I thought about it further, it seemed to me that perhaps ‘God‘ taken in this context, might be some sort of hero figure.  There is also a strange kind of romance going on: almost comic book or Mills and Boon.  Perhaps I should have tied some tiny tin cans to the threads that are wrapped  around the hearts…. perhaps not eh.

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The words ‘Someone’ was God, suggests that the person is in favour or in the good books or is the flavour of the month (or however long it lasts).  Andy Warhol said that ‘everyone will be famous for 15 minutes’.  Coupled with ‘the empire of junk’,my thoughts then began to turn to our throwaway society, transient and fleeting.  Trashy romances, tabloid fodder: tomorrows chip paper.  Also the darlings of the Art world, here today gone tomorrow, little microcosms  of human life and struggles.

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gavin-turk-sid-vicious

 Gavin Turk (b.Guildford UK 1967) exhibited a sculpture in the now famous ‘Sensation’  of 1993.  ‘Pop’ was a statue in a vitrine of the artist himself as Sid Vicious imitating the pose of  Andy Warhol’s painting of Elvis as a cowboy. 

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elvis-warhol-1963

 Turk was trying to get across the idea of the artist as an icon: in a sense the artist’s ‘death’ by becoming an embalmed pop icon.  Turk has turned himself into a prop, an object, a brand name, a commodity.  He has turned a bin bag into a painted bronze; a dirty old sleeping bag into a painted sculpture.  All the viewer needs to take, is that leap of faith and suspension of disbelief for a moment to ‘get’ Turks art. 

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quinn-siren

UK artist Marc Quinn (again) has a fascination with Greek art, which has led to his sculpture ‘Siren’.  The sculpture is of the famous British model Kate Moss and is made entirely of gold.  Quinn is alluding to Moss’s stature as an icon, like one of the Greek Goddess of the ancient world: a Goddess for our time. 

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dirtywhitetrash with gulls -1998

 UK artist Tim Noble and Sue Webster’s  (1966 and 1967) instillation was literally a pile of old rubbish collected from the streets of London.  ‘Dirty White Trash with Gulls’shows a mountain of rubbish with a projected light showing two shadows on the wall (the artists themselves).  The shadows of two people are surprising given the shape of the rubbish: unexpected.  This instillation was included in the opening show at County Hall London of the Saatchi Gallery.

 

 

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Altered art book: page 14 Helsinki not ducked nor flinched from

Posted in ART, MY ALTERED ART BOOK PAGES with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 16, 2009 by echostains

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‘Helsinki’

‘And they’d duck and flinch’

This page really stumped me!  Why had I chosen those words?  What did I know about Helsinki?  Why was I attracted by this word?  I had no alternative but to bite the bullet and follow the words I had chosen a couple of years ago.  When I chose the words originally, I thought of ships sinking, probably the Titanic.  I think the stamped star was going to be a ships wheel.  However, I looked at some Google images and painted a small water colour of HELSINKI!  I then decided to research some Finnish artists: I found a few.  

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aalto-paimio-chair

 One of them, that some call the  Father of Modernism is Hugo Alvar Henrik Aalto, b. 1898 – 1976, a Finnish architect whose work incuded glassware, painting, architecture and furniture.  He liked to experiment with materials: bending wood to form his famous Paimio cantilevered chair, originally designed for tuberculosis suffers.

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Another Finnish artist, Helene Schjerfbeck (b.1862 -1946), was known mostly for her self portraits, painting 36 of them during her lifetime.  This one is from 1939 the year war broke out.

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Finnish designer Tapio Wirkkala (b. 1915 -1985) worked as a graphic designer and sculpter and was also an industrialised designer.  His organic vase designs look like sculpture.  His hand blown vase with flared rim, called ‘Kanterelli’ was made for Littala who produced various models of these vases from 1947 – 1960.  These small bowls, silver plate over brass with incised design are by Wirkkala.

Well I still don’t know where Helsinki came from, BUT I didn’t duck it and I didn’t flinch, lol!

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The finished pages 13 and 14, which proved the most difficult to do.  I wonder what lies ahead……..

 Media used: ink, watercolour, paper, rubber stamp

 

 
 
 

 

Bad Timing

Posted in ALTERED ART, ART with tags , , on December 22, 2008 by echostains

Just done  a foolish thing here.  Apparently I published Page 9 Altered art book a lot earlier than I thought.  I thought I had saved it to a draft but I must have pressed publish!  Now I’ve got 2 posts for yesterday.  I WILL get the hang of this (eventually)….

Altered art book; page 9 Shifting sands

Posted in ART, MY ALTERED ART BOOK PAGES with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 21, 2008 by echostains
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I picked out the words to some of these pages a long time ago.  There must have been a plan at that stage, but if there was, it is well forgotten.  So, confronted with the words ‘A kind of reminder’ my mind was once again a blank canvas.  I waited patiently whilst a herd of  Wildebeest’s stampeded through it, and waited for the dust to settle.  It didn’t take long.  The words ‘A kind of reminder’ put me in mind of a memento or an epitaph or a calendar: crossing the days off to mark the passage of time: ever changing seasons marked by nature.

digitalis antique seed packet

digitalis antique seed packet

I decided to give nature a helping hand by ‘planting’ these antique seed packets.  Well, photocopies of  images of antique seed packages.  I like the old charm of these, the design and the old colours.  Some of these flowers and vegetables have faded into the past: they are now extinct.  I printed these images onto fawn coloured paper to age them further.

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The words ‘pushed into sand’ also suggests planting or embedding.  It made me think of shifting sand: how the winds of change can disrupt and change life as we know it.  Constantly destroying and recreating, but forever changing.

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page9-detail b

 

The interesting thing about the seed packet designs is that each design is made up of tiny coloured dots, stippled into polished Limestone with a German ink called Coal Tar.  The technique is called Stone lithography.  It was very painstaking work as every dot of colour is down with a needle pointed pen: each colour on a seperate stone, then silk screen printed.  This is how it was done before 1920 and the advent of the camera.

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stone-lithography-in-action

Media used; Pearlised ink, felt tips, flower dome stickers, photocopied images

http://www.seedart.com/

http://www.howstuffworks.com/stone-lithography.htm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Altered Art Book page 7 and 8 In the Blood

Posted in ART, MY ALTERED ART BOOK PAGES with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 19, 2008 by echostains
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page7-and8 Altered book

‘Dad says it’s in my blood’.  This page came about when I was researching my Family Tree a while ago.  I genuinely do believe that we have the same genetic make up as our ancestors, and that these traits will out eventually.  They may manifest themselves slightly differently, but situations, even names we come into contact with seem to be repeated down the line: history repeating itself.

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It makes me wonder if life really is mapped out for us: that we are just living different permatations of the same life.  Like shaking up a lot of dice and letting them fall where they may.  Same componants: slightly different consequence depending on how, when and where they fall.  There is definitely something in the blood that is passed down.  The term ‘Sins of the father’ springs to mind.

‘Lots  of  blue and white balls’ (corpuscles)

‘Just like a washing machine’  (genetic pool)

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Thinking of artist’s that use blood in their work, I immediately thought of Mark Quinn and his ‘Blood Head’.  Quinn made this years ago in 1991.  It was called ‘Self’.  He used his own blood in this (4.5 litres of it).  It took him 5 months to do it. 

Self Marc Quinn 1991 .  One he made earlier

 

 

 

 

 

 Despite rumours of it being destroyed when a freezer became unplugged, I believe it is still going strong.  Quinn makes a new cast every 5 years to document his own development and of course, deteriation.

Quinn his latest incarnation 2006

Quinn his latest incarnation 2006

It is interesting that Quinn has chosen a 5 year span to ‘renew’ himself.  I found this bit of writing I did a couple of weeks ago, after a strange period in my life.

That was written a few weeks ago and I feel differently now.  Perhaps my blood has come to a head or settled down,   I’ve since learned that  our entire  blood actually renews itself every 4 to 5 months BUT our entire bodies renews itself every 7 or 8 years!  7 years for a woman.   I digress.  I may start calling this blog the digressionfiles!

‘Is it really in my blood?  I can’t put my finger on it: foot in it perhaps, that isn’t anything new – but THIS IS!  Something feels wrong and I don’t know what it is.  Something feels wrong in me.  The last time I had this feeling was when I was 35.  We are a few years along now, but I am so aware of something changing within me.  It must be my blood!  and it feels kind of ‘alien’!  I can actually feel it, and it feels differently, I feel differently.  I don’t mean in opinions, tastes ect – just different inside.  I feel that something is happening or something is going to happen.  I feel ‘anxious’ butI don’t know what about.  Does the blood really renew itself every 7 years or so?  Is this what it si?  If so, I must have got a batch that’s gone off: like a bad pint.  Prhaps my barrel needs changing or my pipes need cleaning lol!’

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There are other artist who have used blood as a media or a metaphor.  New York Blood Artist Jordan Eagles preserves blood between plexiglass, exploring regeneration and the metaphysical, he seeks a connection between the bodily, the spiritual and nature.

Hermann Nisch 'Blood Painting'

Hermann Nisch ‘Blood Painting’

Hermann Nitsch made a blood painting in 1962.  He used blood quite a lot in hs paintings and his performance art.  This gives it a sort of sacrifical aspect and also the possibility of redemption.  He also liked to pour red paint onto canvas, splattering and dripping the paint to resemble blood.  Nitsch sometimes rolled his own body into the paint to invoke extreme emotional reaction from his audience.  He was doing this in the 60s…and people are outraged with Von Hagens!