Wednesday, 27 July 2011

fairy hollow

I've been searching for magical places to take pictures of my puppets and creatures. I remember going around the Trough of Bowland as a kid, and imagining creatures living in the woods, roots and twisty trees. That's why Arthur Rackhams work is so wonderful:


I love the wonderful goblins and creatures, and the grotesque faces in the trees. It feels like the land is coming to life. I've also been looking for hollows and holes, to hide my creatures in.


My plan is to create a storybook from these pictures, and anyone who'd like to collaborate and send ideas, just get in touch :) Here's some more ideas and inspiration.






Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Thunder

Recently I've been working on some puppets, to make a story using a graphic novel style approach. This is the first character with some practice shots. He's made from a poseable wire armature, paper-clay and epoxy. His fingers, elbows, wrists, knee and neck are all fully poseable. I'm really happy how he came out, he has a jolly face, flame coloured hair and a rustic feel which I love!

Friday, 24 June 2011

Junk lady mixed media sculpture

This is my latest creation, a new junk lady. I love making these characters, but they do take a while to finish. They're like little scrap books, constructed using lots of junk and found materials, with hand sculpted feet, hands and head. I made her for my friend Kamila, who is moving to Czech, to remind her of the uk (so all the junk is uk related).

I love to imagine these little goblins going around gardens and streets at night, collecting our thrown away  discarded items, like little magpies. Anyone who's seen the movie Labyrinth will recognise the idea of a junk lady goblin, there's a great puppet in that movie, that lives on a junk heap. I've always loved that character from the movie, so combined the idea with childhood memories of "little people", I came up with these up-to-date fairytale creatures.

. There was always something evocative about stories about little people, such as The Borrowers or Man by Raymond Briggs. I also love the artist Slinkachu, who designs little people and hides them around London. I think this must be an archetypal ideas, because it seems to appear in culture across the world and throughout history. Every culture has little people, either good or bad, they symbolise vulnerability, fragility of nature and the mystery of our environments.



 In the future I would love to build more of these, maybe ones from different areas; such as the beach or forest. Hopefully this would make people think about what exactly is being dumped and where, how our environment is becoming more and more defined by what we have left there and how much damage has been done. The whimsical fairies and elves of old, running through woodland, would most likely struggle to survive, and jusk like foxes or squirrels would probably have to adapt and urbanise.

Thursday, 23 June 2011

It Takes A Village...: Meet Dexter Nyamainashe - A Truly Gifted Artist

It Takes A Village...: Meet Dexter Nyamainashe - A Truly Gifted Artist: "Dexter Nyamainashe of Chiweshe, Zimbabwe"

Check out this amazing artist! I love people who create totally unique and eccentric art, not for money or fame but for their own reasons and self expression. Creating a whole "Global Village of Peace" using scrap, Dexter really is crazy but awesome too!

Sunday, 12 June 2011

Pond creatures

Recently I've been making a big batch of Pond Creatures. I still need to think of a better name for them, but I love the idea of these bloated little critters flying around the pond, eating flies and plopping into the water. They're obviously inspired by Brian Froud, who's quirky fairies and goblins inspire all my work. They're also my own invention though, creatures that have been flying around in my imagination for a good few years.

It seems like every time I have a spare moment, i'm doodling these critters. Because I suffer from CFS, I don't have much concentration or energy to sculpt and make my creatures, which can be very upsetting and frustrating. But when I do have a good day and feel up to making a creature, it feels like I'm taking these valuable sketches and bringing them to life. It shows that magic can come from the most ordinary or horrible situations, and that even the most difficult illnesses cannot suppress creativity and human spirit.


I have loads of these Pond creatures half finished, so as soon as I'ts a sunny day, and I'm feeling a little better, I'll be out in the garden snapping them to upload here :)

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Pictures from our art group


Cathartic is an art group we set up at our local Library, for people who are Long-term ill or disabled. We won some funding for equipment and workshops, and have been getting around 10 people per week. It's really laid back and fun, and hopefully anyone of any level can enjoy it.

I'm totally not a natural painter at all, I'm more into crafts than art, but I am really pleased with how these went. As an ME sufferer, I find it very hard to concentrate and follow lessons, or find the energy and enthusiasm to learn something new. Starting with the basics, such as how to mix colours, is really helpful and rewarding.

Hopefully our group will continue and we can create some great artwork, I will have more of our work to post soon :)

Sunday, 13 February 2011

Saturday, 12 February 2011

Monday, 7 February 2011

poem

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems. 



With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down. 



We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

krysar

Friday, 4 February 2011

Wednesday, 2 February 2011