Poor Ruby, has no idea who she is. I have been unable to help her very much over the past ten days due to back issues. Anyway she is getting bored sitting waiting around to be transformed into wolf woman, so she grabbed whatever she could to amuse herself.
On Monday I shall be seeing an osteopath, no choice…
This is a poem I wrote a few years ago but tend to re-visit and revise now and then. I once planned a series of fairy tale poems, but then art got in the way of writing. I see them moving in together in the future…
let down your hair
to be twisted and pulled
and wrenched from the roots
at your towers foot…
No gentle Prince awaits you there…
No… we of old pain
worn down, harsh, raw with grief
we seek to punish…
We do not care
As we trample on fragile endings
our boots, encrusted with ancient mud
we close our eyes
we do not dare…
to see… To feel..
or let some kind word
escape through parched lips.
From these hardened hearts
no compassion we share
let down your hair
for we are weary…
Allow us some sanctuary
shelter from harsh reality
where we will remain
the bastards cut your hair
Shorn of strength
disempowered in your tower
for those lost ones…
and the dreamers
who felt only their pain
never allowing for your sorrow
Yet still you bow you head
and weep for them
As those proud
but snagged locks
fall to icy flint floor
come down from your tower
it is no safe haven
but your prison
Afraid of your strength
they blinded you
and kept you there
with threats of dragons and witches
and blackhearted suitors
come down from your tower
Hold your head high
bring forth your pride
and watch those cheats and liars
and feint hearted triers
as they tremble and cower
in the shadow of your power
as you pass them by
I am delighted to have discovered another fabulous artist who is influenced by folk and fairy tales, and who is also a fan of Jack Zipes.
Spike Deane is an Australian artist (yip, we are both in the same hemisphere!), who specialises in textile and glass art. I am totally in love with her pieces, her forest of glass twigs, especially struck a chord, as any of you who follow my rants will no doubt have guessed.
This is entitled: The Wolf I Knew Would Lead Me
I am more and more convinced as I follow my path through art and life, that I have my very own guide leading me through the collective unconscious, to all the best woods.
Here is Spike’s tribute to my wee heroine with the red hood and her lupine companion in Into the Woods…
This is Forbidden Chamber from the tale of Bluebeard, how fabulous is this?
The more I read and research the story of Little Red Riding Hood, the more obsessed I become, or is it the other way round? Anyway hunger begets hunting begets knowledge begets hunger begets…hunting begets…
A very strange and trippy movie that is supposedly the first one Walt Disney ever made, circa 1922. You can read more about the history of this 7 minute animated cartoon here.
“Little Red Riding Hood” begins rather badly. The scene is a kitchen where a zaftig mother is throwing dough into the air while a cat shoots at the dough with a rifle. As a result of the feline marksman, doughnuts get created. While this is happening, a laughing old bald man with a long white beard watches from a picture frame hanging on the wall. The man’s beard hangs out of the picture frame, which makes it unclear whether he is real or a bizarre three-dimensional image come to life.
The dough shooting seems to go on endlessly, until the cat decides to taste one of the doughnuts. He immediately gets sick and drops dead. Nine ghostly spirits parade from his body (complete with a numerical countdown in the corner of the screen) before two feline paramedics arrive to carry the corpse away.
The mother (seemingly unbothered by the death in her kitchen) calls to Red Riding Hood to deliver the doughnuts to Grandma. Our heroine goes to “Red Riding Hood’s Garage” (what?) and drives off in a car that is powered by a dog chasing sausage links hanging off a stick above his head. When the car gets a flat tire, Red inflates a doughnut with a few vigorous blows and uses it as a spare tire.
If that’s not weird enough, the wolf shows up. Forget the traditional canine villain – this wolf is a dapper male in a top hat who drives a fancy convertible. He stops and engages Red in conversation, and then he decides to take advantage of the fair lass. He drives off in a wacky short cut to Grandma’s house – at one point, his convertible careens off a cliff and the tires start flapping like wings! He gets to Grandma’s house and discovers a note on the door that says the old gal is at the movies. The wolf sneaks into the house, and when Red shows up the house literally begins to shake and jump in violent tumult.
The dog that powered Red’s car witnesses what happens and runs off for help. A handsome young aviator is standing by his airplane and the dog comes to him for assistance. The pilot and the pooch take off and lower a skyhook on Grandma’s house, causing the entire structure to become dislodged. The pilot swoops down to rescue Red while the wolf gets in his convertible to escape. However, the pilot lowers his skyhook on the wolf’s car and brings it into the air before dropping it in a lake. Red and her aerial hero begin smooching while the dog covers his eyes in embarrassment.
The people at Film Threat are pretty scathing of this movie, but it does have some interest and I dont think it should be so lightly dismissed! For example, flight was extremely new and I guess it was like the science fiction of the day. Today we have time machines, then they had a flying machine. The car that seems to changes it’s own wheels, well, we all want one of those. It’s like The Wrights brothers meet James Bond except he hasn’t been written yet. The grandmother is totally unphased by the cat that shoots and then steals the doughnuts, she seems very much in control, while grandpa is resigned to a picture on the wall. Red Riding Hood owns the garage too, a touch of feminism going on here maybe? And then Red appears to be playing with the faeries in the wood, the same faeries that seem to be hanging around in the garden when Grandma is calling Red. Or am I just being fanciful again…
I don’t like Oreo cookies, but I do like their current advertising campaign :)
The Martin Agency have the right idea about advertising in my book. This is a quote from their website:
Known for its innovative approach to marketing, Oreo has been the world’s favorite cookie for more than 100 years. The shared connection over an Oreo is universal. Our latest campaign, Wonderfilled, focuses on the positive change in perspective the simple act of sharing an Oreo can create, tapping into the universal human feeling of wonder. The ability to wonder is something we all share, but too often forget or ignore. Wonderfilled captures the feeling that kids are naturally so good at, yet adults need to be reminded of: a sense of wonder in the world.
And this is what I am raving on about:
And another one, what an awesome imagination this company have! Enjoy advertising at its best :)
I love this kind of passion, and to see this guy standing out like an extinct beautiful penguin or another rare critter.
I have been in love with photography since I was a kid with a 126 Kodak… I remember the excitement of waiting for the prints to come back from the chemist and later developing my own at college. It was real magic! I progressed from my beloved Canon A1, to an EOS 5 and then the Canon Digital Rebel or 300D as it was called in the UK. That was upgraded to a 20D, and my daughter was the last person to use that camera. I had a gorgeous collection of Canon “L” Glass lenses, but sadly I had to sell them for us to live.
No matter, I got an iPhone 4 eventually, and used that as my camera, and I had a lot of fun with Lo-Fi photography. I made a photo book , where all of the images were taken with my iPhone at train stations, or on trains in the UK. I need parameters or I go wild!
The thing is just about everyone is a photographer today, and we can all take very cool photos now, with the minimum of technical ability or skill and so it is more difficult to find something that stands out. I still swear that the best lens we have is the one in our eye and no amount of gorgeous glass can replace that for creativity.
At the end of the day cameras are just another tool. We can paint with a frayed twig, or a Kolinsky sable hair brush, but it’s what is inside that makes the image, tools only help us achieve our vision.
Watching Ian Ruhter in this video, creating paintings with light and silver, breaking the boundaries of basic photographic materials of a long gone age, is just joyous.
I have been working on Ruby’s wolf headdress or hat. This is a rough sketch of what I envisage, but I cant draw wolves… No matter, Maurice Sendak couldn’t draw horses and that didn’t stop him.
I have decided to make a separate piece for this, but getting the right shape is proving a challenge. Experiments so far have included using cardboard, chicken wire and polystyrene, to try and get the nose shape.
Johnny and I also took a very cool trip to Nelson Community Art Works, an amazing art centre run by Faye and Karl Wulf, where they make incredible masks and other art from paper mache.
Alas, not a wolf in site, but we did meet some amazing Burtonlings, hares, and a very cool unicorn with his friend the Cheshire cat.
I have been preparing for my seminar for Visual Culture, which is based on Jung’s process of Individuation. This involves meeting the shadow and dealing with it. I found this video by The Family Band. Fab video and for me it totally illustrates the whole shadow story.