W.I.P Artist’s Statement: Disenchanted Fairy Tales

 

In continuing my work from the Autumn exhibition I wanted to work on some more powerful and focused imagery following on from my triptych painting series, which I felt some of the imagery for the Wolf and Sorrow of Songbirds pieces could be a lot more developed. I also wanted to try and develop the narratives within these pieces to be much deeper and more complex in their visual language and what they were able to communicate. I began to do more research into the visual language of fairy tales and the various mythical figures, such as Pan, whom I was drawing on in order to focus the allusions and subversion in using them. With Pan, I wanted to make clear that through using the heavily symbolic masculine imagery of stag antlers that this oppressive, overbearing hyperbolic view of masculinity was damaging and self-destructive in its perpetuation, and even the sensual Greek god is unable to live up to the societal expectations of strength, dominance, sexual prowess and lack of emotion that stereotypical defines the traditional, patriarchal man.

In my previous work I also felt that the connection and tension between the language, text and imagery wasn’t working as fluidly and effectively together as I had wanted. The disconnection was not enough to create a subversive disjoint between the imagery and text and so I sought to experiment with how I could better utilise the environment and cultural/societal heritage of fairy tales from all aspects of its history in order to reinforce the damaging and questionable narratives within them which remain unchallenged whenever recycled around us. Jean Baudrillard’s Simulacra and Simulations has always been a huge influence on my work in its exploration of the saturated, hyperreal media landscape that we exist within, and so appropriation of symbols and language which have ultimately been recycled endlessly so that their is no ‘original’ played a large role in me wanting to further draw from this manipulated and incoherent mass of information and exploit itself in order to expose the vicious cyclical social narrative we are caught in.

My engagement with Kathy Acker, Sharon Kivland and Kara Walker was crucial in me developing my written language in order to expand on the stories that I had been unable to fully explore and realise before, and felt that a book or zine format would allow me much greater room for developing and engaging in the stories of distorted gender, sexual and aesthetic ideals which are indoctrinating a self-destructive mindsight of paradoxical, impossible ideologies. This format is better suited to frame and undermine the concepts of continually reused and perpetuated stories that are still rooted within a system of ideologies which are flawed, simplified and exclusively dictate a stereotypical patriarchal set of ideals. In exploring these concepts their repeated, superficial narratives within a culture of repeated stories, I thought it was best to address it within the parodying framework of a book itself and place these narratives in a new abstracted context in which to examine these constructed ideals.

I wanted to push both the development of my visual and written language as much as I could in order to create a paradoxical tension and acceptance between them, and so I began to experiment with more direct and extreme forms of appropriation in my writing with direct scanning of texts which I then erased to form my own narratives and working with the same tentative enchantment and inherent fear and violence in Kiki Smith and Leonora Carrington’s works. Focusing on imagery which explores the concepts of escapism and release in embracing a potentially darker and more wild, violent base nature and identity and also of constraint, entrapment and control under oppressive and predatory forces which dictate the systems and identities women and individuals are forced to assume and assimilate into in this vicious cycle of control and dictatorship of sexuality, gender roles, autonomy and social limits. I thought it was important to play upon imagery of violence to juxtapose the sense of escapism to emphasise the great damage and extreme lengths undertaken in order to be released of these destructive ideals and that if these narratives are not challenged the result will always be not permanent and potentially not worth the violence and destruction needed to remove ourselves from these systems.

As I move forwards with my work, I hope to incorporate the evolving visual and written language of my works and build on the base of the booklet I already created in order to create a more focused zine for the final exhibition which I am still planning which course of zine aesthetic I wish to go for, either  a paradoxically clinical and sleek, professionally printed zine, or one which in engages more heavily in the subversive D.I.Y aesthetic of democratic dissemination.

Reworking the Narrative: 8

Whispers

Silence

8.3 x 11.7″

Coloured pencils

Working on focusing imagery from my Red, Red Rose story, based on the story and legend of Bluebeard by Charles Perrault and Angela Carter’s The Bloody Chamber, and concepts through symbolism and visual narrative to create a kind of focal point for the improved version of my Disenchanted Fairy Tales piece. The stylised zine aesthetic and pulp culture surrounding it seems more suited to the reappropriated an reworked narratives in my work and the context of the subversive dialogue they’re engaging with in manipulating the projected restrictions of gender, sexuality aesthetic ideals and autonomy.

This will be potentially the cover piece for the new zine, as with some of the colour problems with printing my last booklet, and more in keeping with the zine aesthetic in general, I think it would be more effective to use limited, restricted colours of black, white and red inside.

Reworking the Narrative: 7

Formative exhibition piece.

 

Disenchanted Fairy Tales, vers 1

5.8 x 8.3″

Booklet with black card cover with stencilled and stamped prints, printed pages, sewn binding and string bookmark.

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Disenchanted Fairy Tales vers1

Print template version of my first Disenchanted Fairy Tales piece; pages are ordered as if they were to print and be folded into a booklet.

Stories Vers 2

(vers 3 with adjusted typography and formatting in booklet)

Red, Red, Rose

Once upon a time,

there was a girl of astounding beauty and grace. A jewel that was valued above all others in her village.

All of us girls had been dead for so long.

She was appraised only with eyes, eyes of greed in a jealous rapture.

She could not belong to them.

Not wholly.

Not yet.

 

A rift of parting lips cuts through this quiet town. None had heard this sound, dared acknowledge its presence like a beating heart among the dead.

The girl jewel spoke and they heard with deaf ears and were afraid.

Beauty should not emit sound; silence was pure aesthetic.

This sound, words of defiance that have the sting of rejection, corrupted the picturesque air. Men and girls cowered away from the sonorous sound which threatened to seek out their voices and give them names and form.

She informed them that if she was going to appear before them, she would do everything in her power to disobey them.

She would not accept their petrifying eyes nor their dumb silence, making every body a graveyard.

And these empty girls turned to her as if to the sun.

From shadows, men and their cohorts murmured terrified and desperate

“she has become this way because of selfishness: this unnatural girl, they will decapitate her, she’s beautiful.”

They made the motions towards a reign of terror, a reign of absence of language.

She had a key and was opening forbidden doors hidden amongst the deafening dumb beauty.

Beauty is silence.

Sever the serpents head.

I will decapitate all these girls.

They’re beautiful.

 

Blood trickles like whispers from the neck.

 

 

Lycanthropy- Werewolf in the Veins

It is a bleak country, they have cold weather, they have cold hearts.

 

Red was encompassed by wedding vows echoing cacophonously through a haunted chapel.

Starving eyes stripped her body and lustful breath slipped damply down the back of her neck.

Spectators revelled in the ritual, vultures waiting for the final breath, the final blow, the final sliver of soul to fail.

Mother:   Wilt thou obey him and serve him

Girl: Grandmother, what big arms you have!

All the better to bind you with my dear.

 

Mother: Love honour and keep him

Girl: What big legs you have!

All the better to chase you my dear.

 

Mother: In sickness and health

Girl: What big ears you have!

All the better to listen my dear. [I’ll always listen]

 

Mother: Forsaking all other, keep thee only  unto him

Girl: What big eyes you have!

All the better to appraise you with my dear.

 

Mother: So long as you both shall live?

Girl: What cruel teeth you have!

All the better to eat you with.

[To consume everything you are and ever will be]

 

Mother: Till death do us part.

 

Lycanthropy: werewolf in the veins.

Girls beget wolves. Wolves consume girls.

A burning circle of metal hovered eagerly by her destined finger.

The pack assembled, lingered on the fringes awaiting the signal of the savage marriage    ceremony.

Once an entire wedding party had turned to wolves because the girl had refused the token. Every act lead to the same fate.

Girls beget wolves. Wolves consume girls.

This cycle, this circle unbroken and suffocating. Grandmother, mother, daughter. Bound and branded with burning words, promises of dreams never fulfilled. There is only the     hunger of the wolf.

The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he’s as cunning as he is ferocious ; once he’s had the taste of flesh then nothing else will do.

The wolf is worst for he cannot listen to      reason.

Grandmother, you all have eaten grandmother. All is silent and hunger like a plague. Metal golden eyes moan a soft ecstasy as Red’s bands begin to fall into place.

Fear made audible.

She must flee this place.

She knew she was nobody’s meat.

Into the woods, go beyond the path.             Wilderness personified, made tangible the   chaotic and unclaimed.

When she heard the freezing howl of a wild wolf, it was solace. We try sometimes but we cannot keep them out.

Darkness formed fur, pain painted devastating eyes as red as raw wounds.

 

Girl: Grandmother, what sad eyes you have.

Because I see you dear.

The tender jaws of the wolf split wide like a knife’s smile. Tender paws embraced her and the pain was the raw love of a mother. Breath of the wolf in her ear was the love poem.

She looked to see her grandmother’s sad, wolfish eyes and clung to her comforting fur.

Golden metal band decorated her paw.

What little girl doesn’t dearly love a wolf?

I will eat out your heart. Tenderly. Tenderly

 

Pan

There is not much in this subtle wood labyrinth to make you smile,

but it is not yet, not quite, the saddest time of the year.

He came alive from the desire of the woods, unsustained by nature, existing in a void.

Pan.

He is so beautiful, his antlers so magnificent, he is unnatural; his majesty is an abnormality, a deformity for none of his features exhibit any of those touching imperfections that reconcile us to the imperfection of the human condition

FORGED IN YOUR IDEALS..

Deities forged in your ideals; let them hang as chains about your neck.

Birds of every race and creed; harpies, songbirds, sirens, flocked to him, crooned his loveliness to the skies and forests; for nothing could surpass his majesty. He was their god.  But their songs fashioned him.

They wanted more. Always more.

He was a child now, frightened of their fancies.

His twisting, ever growing  antlers are a symptom of his disorder, of his soullessness.

Strongest. Fiercest. Most majestic. Most adored.

And still the sirens sang, ever one amongst the trees preaching his magnificence. Sung in every voice filled with distant sonorities, like reverberations in a cave; each more forceful and violent than the last.

He was the god of their desire.

And they hated him.

Twisting, ever twisting antlers contorting into new growths like husks cracking at their insatiably reaching spines.

Pain is always physical.

His subjects demanded more, ravenous their songs bleed rituals of magnificence. Of power. They want to witness every fantastical nirvana of their insatiable eyes conceived before them. The spectacle of their worship oppresses, it cuts. Relentlessly beautiful.

Antler’s carve into their host, they are insatiable too. Horned fangs taste the flesh of a god a perfect image and need more.

He is a system of repetitions, he is a closed  circuit.

 

Squawking about a finite green sky as a fervour crescendos. Discordant siren song screeching as if their souls will burn at the sight. They want to burn to feel.

Flocking to the new branches of blasphemous bones and beauty, sirens scream of fire in their words.

I will vanish in the morning light; I was only an invention of darkness.

 

 

A Dead Writer Exists in Word and Text is A Type of Virus: Research Seminar

 

As part of a research seminar we explored the use of language and the written word as artworks and art practices and how this medium is constantly evolving with greater recognition and opportunities to use and manipulate it. We also questioned the gallery space as a relevant context for writing rather than a book and found that it was effective in intervening in academic work and the hierarchy of institutions and disrupting and displacing the narratives that they create, with language often used in alienating ways; such as Linda Stupart’s Virus, or Adrian Piper’s Calling Cards.

Initially we began to look at Kathy Acker’s Dead Doll Humility, which through her own reconstructed and abstracted narrative recounts her understanding and experience of language, how she encountered it and saw it as her ‘playground’ and how her re appropriation of language and texts was problematised and condemned. The use of mimetic form enhances the disjointed conflict between what she envisions in her own work and the knowledge that for many people the use of the limitless, continually rejuvenated and added to hyperreal mass of language and text is not a valuable, free or open source for everyone to use and explore. She imagines herself as a Doll created by Capital with no purpose and without the willingness to submit to its tyrannical regime and seek the god-like praise of mastery over language. The problematic medium of re appropriation is questioned and subverted in the text, and can find no justification in not being able to use and rework language and text, as they come loaded with multitudes of meaning, representations, symbols and conceptions of culture, society and history that they are the perfect medium in which to subvert and construct new works from, they already exist in a framework of recognition and symbols to be manipulated.

Hannah Black’s piece Jenny Marx’s Operation also exploits found text and footage in order to deconstruct the ideals of science and the concept that it can create a Utopian existence for us purely based on its superficial abilities and aesthetic. Her work is made is made much more powerful and unnerving with her use of text overlayed onto the abstracted and grotesque imagery in the video. The act of having to read the text creates a greater sense of meaning and makes us more uncomfortable when we feel we cannot relate the images and text to each other in a way which we think we should be able to as we simultaneously attempt to read both text and image within the same dislocated narrative. It takes several viewings to start to try and piece it together and it creates its own fictional narrative that implies that the character receiving the operation is Marx’s wife and places extracts from his Capitol in order to reinforce how abstracted both the text and imagery’s conceptions of Utopia are.

 

After our research and discussions on the medium of zines and their distinct aesthetic, often D.I.Y and existing in sub-culture, and conceptual identity, we began to create several of our own mini zines within a time constraint using a variety of made and found materials in order to see what we could apply in our own works and explore the narratives and concepts that emerged. With my first zine, I found it quite difficult to work within such a sudden and short time period and struggled at first with what to conceptualise and  apply in my zine. I came to realise it was more important to simply work and see what emerged in the things that I began to draw together. Collages became my starting point, modifying them into anthromorphised characters and I then found myself adding very limited words, but the ones I did called upon the language of didactic scientific captions, as if these illustrations were diagrams in part of some larger meaning. The zine I created began to incorporate aspects of my interest in gender ideals and the recycled narratives of the mass media and seemed to evolve into something more parodic and whimsical towards the end which subtly reflected darker undertones of fear of the ‘other’ incorporated into almost a b-movie style and freakshow aesthetic at the end.

My second zine (pictures to be added) felt a lot more relaxed and text heavy, using a discarded dissertation and re working the text and the language to create my own narratives whilst erasing others.

 

 

 

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Sharon Kivland

 

Kivland’s work in her The Natural Forms exhibition exists in a fantastical world of anthropomorphic, metaphorical animals preparing for a revolution against capital in a reworking and re-association of the past. Her work is imbued with a sense of anticipation of some radical change of a revolution that is only ever a day away. She seeks to reclaim historical symbols, such as Mari-Ann of France, ignoring any true chronology as she explores the constantly recycled narratives saturating our existence and transforming into the chapters of her own book with her own recurring characters. There is a artificial lure like that of an upmarket shop to her exhibition, as if we are perusing which stories we wish to pick up and pursue much like the foxes seeking to disseminate Marx to all passersby. Her interest in the duality of words and the subversion of punning is also present in her dead anthropomorphic, caricatured characters and the stitched words in the garments they surround and attend to, playing on the materialistic objectification of women and the irony of the ‘natural’ animals in such a hyperbolically parodic beauteous setting, attempting to make them more ‘natural’ than they already are and seeking to own them as commodity and pleasant object.

Kivalnd’s work with the tension between written and visual languages and narratives interests me greatly, the way in which she then uses these to create her own reworked and reclaimed historically recycled narratives  through playing on metaphorical characters is incredibly subversive and witty. The tensions between written and visual language and the abstracted fantasy contexts they are placed in in order to highlight the absurdity and cruelty of perpetuated ideals is something I want to be able to play on and intensify in my own works.

Jungle Jim Zines

 

Jungle Jim are a series of ongoing  African zines which collect pulp stories from a variety of authors and artists with very stylised illustrations. The risograph printing method creates a striking and distinctive style whilst allowing for large production and distribution and gives the distinct feel of something pulpy, striking and almost timeless in its nostalgic b-movie horror style aesthetic. The pulpy, horror sci-fi stories collected range from the grotesque to the bizarre and cover as wide a number of themes and concepts as the number of artists collected within them.

The presentation of the Zines are very effective and distinct and get across the sense of collective community in a sub-culture and the various narratives that they present exceptionally well, and fell like using a similar style in my own work could be very effective in more of a pulpy, mash-up stylised zine than it potentially could as a book and exemplfies the concept of reclaiming narratives rather than having them categorised and colonised by imperialistic and patriarchal ideologies. This zine is an expression of freedom and creativity at its finest in a bold, exuberant and defiant gesture of voice.

Reworking the Narrative: 6

Research and analysis notes from my copy of Angela Carter’s The Bloody Chamber.  I thought visually the notes looked really interesting and wanted to experiment with photocopying and scanning them to see how I could further manipulate and use this material in my zine/book and in my work. I love the look of the notes almost consuming the rest of the text, like the analysis is slowly eliminating the original words.

 

 

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Collage experiments with appropriated and found images, abstracting their original meanings and placing them into a new context to create new narratives.

Reworking the Narrative: 5

Pan

False Prophet

Digital painting

Cover stencil guide

Digital concept sketch of potential stencil design.

Pan : stencil series (printed stencils on the left, actual stencils on the right)

Series of stencils experimenting with designs and imagery from my third final story focusing on the self-destructive, hyperbolic image of masculinity that men are forced to adhere to through transforming elements and symbols from the Greek mythology of Pan.

I wanted to create an emblematic and somewhat Gothic, sinister image to emblazon the front of my book/zine with in a style similar to old tomes of stories whilst trying to encompass some of the imagery I had in mind for the Pan narrative, but needed focusing and expanding on in writing.

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First draft of my expanded writing and narrative developed from my Sorrow of Songbirds painting and concepts. I found it most difficult to construct this story as it had been loosest  in its original visual narrative even though it incorporated very distinct and powerful symbolic imagery, such as the collective mass of the siren songbirds and the overbearing weight of Pan’s ever-growing antler’s in an attempt prove and emblazon his masculinity and of course the metaphorical allusions to the figure of the god Pan himself, with its sexual prowess and predatory historical narratives being turned on their head, and so I found myself helped greatly again by the language and fairy tale narratives of Angela Carter from her short story The Erl King. This then also allowed me to intensify the focus and language of the imagery in the illustrations that were to go alongside it, predominantly in the digital painting that I experimented with, and found the hunting imagery from Pan’s predatory sexual conquests and also linking with the deer iconography of the antlers and other mythological stories such as those of Diana and Artemis the huntress, both  empowered and potentially destructive female figures through their own or others agency.

I felt it was important to examine both make and female representations, as all gender is constructed and manipulated and I wanted to try and explore how these forced hegemonic ideals form a dialogue which perpetuates and entraps people within these ideologies, becoming mere performance of their set labels. To what extent are men complicit in the damaging views and social restrictions and expectations of women and vice versa? And how can a healing and reconciling dialogue be opened up between them without the interference of constant social and cultural narratives which seek to encompass everything and draw them into the whirling oblivion of the impossible and unreal ideals of  a society saturated with indoctrinating images and stories.

Sculpture Workshop

I took part in a research workshop exploring the forms and way in which sculptures can be created and how we are able to potentially get more physically involved in the creation process. The workshop was interested in examining the artists relation to their materials and in what ways they could be manipulated and used whilst forcing us out of our comfort zones in order to address the materials in new ways.

 

The first section of the workshop asked us to restrict our sense of sight and purely through touch create a sculpture of the person’s face opposite to us. Immediately, the lack of being able to rely on my vision pushed me way out of my comfort zone, along with working with a medium which I often struggle with, caused me to flounder. But it was still impressive to me how basic features of the face were still visible.

With my confidence growing slightly and feeling more relaxed and at ease with the fun of exploring these new processes under both sensory and time restrictions, it was interesting to see how I began to adapt and evolve to the situations presented. The next timed session was to try and create a sculpture of a hand and arm of one of the people in your pair, with one person being blindfolded and sculpting and the other giving directions and describing, and it was impressive how well it actually turned out.

The final challenge of the first section of the workshop was a repeat of the first except this time doing a self portrait, and its startling the difference of the first attempt to the third even when realistically there was not much time or practice between them.

 

 

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The second half of the session was dedicated to a huge group exercise in which the massive lumps of clay running down the center of the table were available for us to collectively sculpt a huge landscape of our imagining. We would systematically change locations around the sculpture after certain amounts of time so that it constantly shifted and evolved around us, with each person bringing new ideas and innovations to each are, almost becoming unrecognisable from what it had originally been and each part forming numerous stories that came together.

Reworking the Narrative: 4

 

Werewold in the veins

Lycanthropy concepts 1

11.7 x 8.3″

Charcoal pencils

 

 

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Lycanthropy concepts 2

11.7 x 8.3″

Dip nib pen and inks.

Wolf child experiment wip

Rough digital concept sketches

Process of making the ‘Lycanthropy’ final version.

8.3 x 11.7″

Fine liner pen and tonal chameleon markers.

Working on the imagery to illustrate my second story Lycanthropy – Werewolf in the Veins.

Focusing on imagery which explores the concepts of escapism and release in embracing  a potentially darker and more wild, violent base nature and identity and also of constraint, entrapment and control under oppressive and predatory forces which dictate the systems and identities women and individuals are forced to assume and assimilate into in this vicious cycle of control and dictatorship of sexuality, gender roles, autonomy and social limits. I thought it was important to play upon imagery of violence to juxtapose the sense of escapism to emphasise the great damage and extreme lengths undertaken in order to be released of these destructive ideals and that if these narratives are not challenged the result will always be not permanent and potentially not worth the violence and destruction needed to remove ourselves from these systems.  I wanted to explore explicit symbolism inherent in the female body and the imagery of wolves and werewolves and how we as humans connect to these, drawing on the styles and concepts of Kiki Smith and Leonora Carrington.