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One of my faves – this one’s available as a T-shirt as well. / From a series of collages based around works by Rembrandt and other dead painters.
It used to be that every town and village had someone like Thalia, a woman living alone or perhaps with a child on the edge of the forest. Gathering her herbs by the light of the full moon, infusing her elixirs, brewing her tinctures, boiling her concoctions, she was indispensable to townfolk for her wisdom and her expertise in healing their ills, soothing their pains and easing their woes, and it was that necessity that made her dangerous. A person one needs is a frightening person indeed. Fortunately, no one came after Thalia with a pitchfork or trussed her up to a stake, but she was isolated and avoided and had only her owl and mouse for company, at least until pain stabbed through a man’s heart, or a woman’s baby refused to be born or until all the desire simply packed up and moved out of someone’s marriage. Then would come a midnight knock on her door, a gift of money, or embroidered cloth or simply a hen offered to her and Thalia would pack up her poultices, her tiny vials and her foul-smelling powders and set off to do what she did best, and gratitude and relief would pour forth from the healed – at least until the next time they saw Thalia at market. / Thalia’s closest secret is that she preferred this arrangement. She loved her tiny house tucked in the woods, the arcane mysteries of plants that unfurled before her, her familiars and her solitude. And of late a young woman often came calling, a girl with a spark Thalia immediately recognized and a talent for the art that they both delighted in uncovering. This original artwork and story are copyright Ramona Szczerba 2009. Copyright to this material is in no way transferable with the sale of this item. The buyer is not entitled to any reproduction rights – neither image nor story can be reproduced without my express written permission. Thanks!
mixed media collage / i cut out of advertising material the ‘nest’ and ‘egg’, then drew a bird over another image with india ink and cut out it out and glued all together onto card. then coloured in egg and card with fluoro markers.
These may look very simple, but they actually take a while to do, as they have to be measured and cut carefully before arranging into the pencilled design. FEATURED BY STEEL BLADES AND THE POWER OF VISCOSITY GROUP – 11th October 2009
Finally – the scanners at World Famous Guitar and Plunger Studios are working again! So here are another series of collages – old school cut-n-paste – from the InterWebMegaLink’s very own mastermind and psychonaut, Mat Blackwell, circa May 2009. This one is a simple warning – don’t ride oversized dolphins through the blank darkness of the Psychick Void.
collage and ink and gouache
Tela per la raccolta fondi per l’ Abruzzo di eNZo CoRReNTi e PeTRa VySKoçiLoVà / tecnica CARTA su lenzuolo / 270×240 cm / Santa Sofia (FC) 13-14-15 agosto 2009
Found this in an old sketchbook. It’s an old school collage. Yep, scissors and paper stuck on to cartridge paper. Not a pixel to be found. Approximately 30×20 cm.
Collage on card / 190mm x 250mm Hearts and Minds was included in the 2009 Semi-Permanent book. The book can be seen and purchased by clicking here Also featured in Steel Blades and the Power of Viscosity August 2009
Jellyfish rocket take flight!
Two US 1 dollar notes, a steel blade, a keen eye and a steady hand, some sheets of glass and a little divine intervention. If you can’t see anything beyond the abstract here, try squinting… and standing some distance from the screen. Or pretend you are looking at a cheese sandwich or danish (I hear they sometimes produce miraculous figures). If nothing else, all that squinting and walking away from your computer might make you look interesting. Now go grab me a cheese sandwich or danish.
Hehehe…......
...that perches in the soul, / And sings the / tune without the words, / And never stops / at / all…. / Emily Dickinson.
From the time Anyushka Rutkauska was a young girl, chemistry was all she could think of. While it was difficult for girls to pursue such professions in Poland in those days, it was not impossible, and Anyushka was finishing up her PhD at the University of Warsaw when rumors of the war began bubbling out of lecture halls and cafés like a laboratory concoction gone awry. Perhaps she was prescient, or maybe just restless, but she packed her bags and took off for Paris the day she passed her oral exams. At the time she certainly regretted the decision, as her freshly minted diploma did not translate into French easily, or truth be told, at all. That is how Anyushka found herself tending bar at the Taverne Coeur Noir in the 6th Arrondissement. Despite what she told the proprietor, she had no experience with tending bar, but for a chemist, how difficult could it be? Certainly easier than pronouncing “Anyushka” in French – patrons simply dubbed her “Artemisia” after the potent wormwood-tinged cocktails that were the ruin of many a Coeur Noir customer. Indeed, it became a badly kept secret that Artemisia’s cocktails were the best in the City of Lights, and artists, courtesans, poets, academics and diplomats began to pour into the cramped little bar to sample her potent concoctions. The cocktails proved to be great equalizers, rendering the rogue as well as the statesman a blissful yet blithering mess by the end of the evening. Inevitably, a bombast of German soldiers blundered in, rude and imperious, and with a hard, cold glitter in her heavily kohl-rimmed eyes, Anyushka cooked up something very, very special for the lot of them. No sudden deaths, no, nothing as obvious as that. Permanent impotence, total hair loss, an unshakeable sense of dread, irretrievable madness, the firm conviction that one was really a woman – these were the subtle gifts Anyushka’s cocktails imparted to the German occupiers. Where no finger could be pointed, no credit could be given, either. Nonetheless, Artemisia was awarded a Medal of Honor at the end of the war, enjoying heroine status, and best of all, an appointment to the chemistry department at the Sorbonne. This original artwork and story are copyright Ramona Szczerba 2009. Copyright to this material is in no way transferrable with the sale of this item. The buyer is not entitled to any reproduction rights – neither image nor story can be reproduced without my express written permission. Thanks!
Word play!!!
this one kept asking to be put up did this a while ago, acrylic, charcoal, collage on paper
Now in the Sonate. Calendar and available as cards and prints / Delphine was a very beautiful young woman with a very pleasing voice. She sang in the nightclubs and salons of Paris. But life was not to be good to her. She was feted by Viscounts and Princes, received gifts and compliments. One day however she had a tragic accident. She was not a high born girl, even though she was a talented one. She lived the life of a poor artiste and one night, alone in her chambre de bonne, her life changed forever. She was eating peas off her knife when a sudden noise in the street startled her and made her lurch forward. The knife went down her throat. Fortunately, only the blunt edge touched her vocal chords, but she never spoke or sang again. Delphine was still young and energetic and when she had recovered sufficiently she made a plan towards a new life. She would go to India. After boarding the ship she realized the truth…things were going to be far from easy for her. Instead of subjecting herself to working in the disreputable houses of Bombay she threw herself into the ocean. They say that if you board a ship at Le Havre you can still hear her singing in the breeze… This is another attempt at Very Fine Old Fashioned Collage with respect to our friends articulation Please also view the tools of the collage trade
Now in the Sonate. Calendar and available as cards and prints /
L’aBBRaCCio Di NiNa e eNZo / un libro d’arte a sei mani / di Pierpaolo Limongelli, Nina Todorovic e Enzo Correnti
L’aBBRaCCio Di NiNa e eNZo / un libro d’arte a sei mani / di Pierpaolo Limongelli, Nina Todorovic e Enzo Correnti
L’aBBRaCCio Di NiNa e eNZo / un libro d’arte a sei mani / di Pierpaolo Limongelli, Nina Todorovic e Enzo Correnti
Collage inspired by these lines from “Spring” by Gerard Manly Hopkins: “The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush / The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush / With richness..”
Collage using some beautiful hand-made paper by Soxy Fleming. (thank-you Soxy!) / A strange interpretation of that everyday sort of pain…
Finally – a home for those people who can’t help cutting things up and sticking them back together in new ways, with actual steel blades and real viscosity! A home for all those collaged creations that were made pre-PhotoShop, or are still being created by those out-of-touch luddites who eschew fancy technologies and create art with scissors, knives, glue, and paper! Yes! It’s true!
NO COMPUTER ART ALLOWED!
(well, except that to get it up here you’ll need to scan it in, and okay, some cropping or resizing is allowed – but you know what we mean. sheesh, stop being so picky.)
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