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Charon

Y’know, I’ve been calling myself a “printmaker” for years. Maybe secondary to being a “painter,” but I’ve definitely said it a few times. Well it wasn’t until this past December (2016) that I did my first, proper print run. A proper edition. 40 prints of our boy, Charon, ferryman of the dead!

It was an interesting process to set this all up in my studio… that is, my apartment. It worked out very well in the end! I had to get a little creative in my setup to achieve the uniformity required for a proper edition though. Especially (well ok, MOSTLY) because I don’t have a printing press. But I documented the whole thing and here we go!

First we need our ink! I’ve certainly never had to mix this much ink for anything before. How exciting!

I love using small amounts iridescent colours in lino prints. It gives just the tiniest bit of extra luminosity without looking cheap or cheesy.

Oh, I should mention the fact that this was a reduction-print. Something I’ve never tried before. In all of my other printmaking, like the book covers and such, I’ve made a separate block or plate for each colour to be printed. With the reduction method, the same block is used for every colour; reworked at every colour change. As much as I hate to admit it, it was talking to my brother, Trevor, that made me realize a reduction-print was exactly what I wanted for this image. ‘Course Trevor taught me linocut printing in the first place, so maybe it’s not so horrible to give him a tiny bit of credit. It’s also really cool cause with this method you essentially destroy the block for each colour as you work, so I can never ever print this again! 40 of ’em and that’s IT! Here’s the second colour from block, to ink, to print, to mass drying.

So to make up for the lack of a press, I had to figure out some way I could print all 40 of them, and all four colours of each uniformly. I built myself a makeshift image-registration-apparatus. MIRA for short. My dear sweet MIRA was made of cardboard and packing tape. There was a hole to fit the inked block, and a kind of slot to line up the edge of the paper. The pressure was then applied by hand by yours truly.

Unquestionably professional inking station, of course. UPIS for short.

MIRA in action.

It worked remarkably well.

Sebastian helping out.

Little dummy only managed to get a big paw print on one of the prints, which now has a happy home. The print, not the paw. I let him keep that. (Actually I was unsure if I was supposed to sign that one Corey AND Sebastian… Maybe a monoprint? Maybe that made my final edition 39 and not 40!? But then I realized that if he was my unpaid intern I wouldn’t have to credit him in the least, so here we are.)

The third colour.

The final colour.

I spent two-days-straight kneeling in this cozy printing nest.

Looking goooooood…

Just look at them all!

And there he is! Our boy! Charon! Crossing the river Styx. A river so austere, even the gods swear their oaths by it.

Speaking of our boy, it’s me! Checking to see if they’re dry yet! Photo credit to our boy, Andy!

Medusa

Medusa always makes me wonder about Fate…

From statue… (‘Bust of Medusa,’ by Bernini)

…to sketch…

…to painting. Detail from ‘The Golden Fleece.’ (I like the interesting things that happen when you translate a line-drawing to a painting. ‘The Golden Fleece,’ 2017, is entirely sketch-to-painting. It was a really different, really fun challenge!)

The story goes that Medusa began her life as a mortal; a priestess in a temple of Athena. She was a human like any other. At some point, and the myth says very little of this, she was raped inside the temple. Athena, in outrage of such an act occurring within her sanctuary, punished Medusa (?!) by turning her into a gorgon. A gorgon was a creature with snakes for hair, and who’s gaze turned the living into stone. She fled or was exiled to a lonely, far off island to live with others of her kind.

Much later, the hero Perseus, son of Zeus and the mortal Danae, was compelled by an evil king to bring back the head of the gorgon, Medusa. Favoured by Athena, Perseus was aided in his labours and led to several magical objects which would allow him to accomplish this. Perseus finally made his way to Medusa’s lair. There, with the powers he had gained on his quest, he beheaded the monster, and placed it in a bag to conceal it’s powers.

You know Sargent painted this statue, too. *wink* (Benvenuto Cellini’s ‘Perseo con la testa di Medusa.’ The statue, that is. The painting is by meeee!)

I guess I revisit this subject quite a bit.

And on that point, these are two very fascinating studies that Cellini did before he made the final statue of Perseus and Medusa which stands in Florence.

Incidentally there are many other branching myths which are directly related to this story. For example, the pegasus was born directly out of Medusa’s fatal wound. It leapt, fully grown, from her neck. But our concern is specifically with Medusa, so we won’t digress any further. It’s hard enough to say so little of Perseus.

Perseus made his way home through several other adventures. All the while he carried Medusa’s head with him, only removing it from it’s bag when he needed it’s power to turn his enemies to stone. This he eventually did to the king who had first sent him on this quest. Perseus no longer had any use for the head now, and seeing this, Hermes brought it to Athena.

Perseus used a reflection to avoid Medusa’s gaze and guide his sword to her neck. Oh… Who’s that reflected here…?

Athena took Medusa’s head and affixed to her shield, so that all who met her in battle would see the horrible, glaring face of the monster. Forever after, the gorgon’s head would be a symbol of Athena, an emblem of her power. And quite a potent one, too.

Athena wearing Medusa’s image as a mask/helm.

So if we were to sum this up: Athena turns a mortal into a monster and gives it horrible powers. She sends someone to kill that monster. She tells this person exactly HOW to kill that monster by beheading it. She then takes the head as her own symbol and as a warning to both her enemies and her devotees alike.

This is a rather human depiction of Medusa. There is a huge range of variation in her imagery; from the monstrous and glaring, to the human and suffering.

I saw this sculpture in a park in Rome. I thought it was absolutely gorgeous.

This brings us back to my original thoughts… Was Medusa simply a victim of Fate, or at every step was she part of a Divine Plan?

In the end though, for all of us mortals, is there a difference?

The Artist Project

The 2017 Artist Project show was February 23 – 26 this year. And hey, whaddaya know? I was in it! It was a really good weekend of talking about art, meeting new people (hey, maybe you’re reading this because you came by my booth! Thanks for visiting my website!), and having a chance to show my work to a lot of people who have never seen it before!

I put up my favourites of my 2015 Italy paintings and two tantalizingly new pieces… Two mythology-based paintings which are the beginning of a whooole new body of work. Exciting, don’t ya think? Take a look at my setup!

Setup was on my birthday. Thanks go to Nina for this one!

My booth as a whole. Very simple, clean setup. See that trunk though? Makes you feel warm, doesn’t it? Kinda homey, isn’t it? You might say it… really ties the room together.

Lookit that grin! Grinning like a fool! Thanks to Nikki for taking this!

Rinse and Repeat

I wasn’t kidding when I said draw it again and again and again. It’s Herakles and the Centaur! Again!

Young Michael brought up an interesting point in the comments on the last Herk post… About us being taught to show the MIDDLE of the action while we were in school. A lot of emphasis was put on things like the line of action and the follow-through. That is, making it very clear where the action is about to take place. A good example of this that comes to mind in Renaissance art is the Ferryman of the dead in the bottom right corner of Michelangelo’s Last Judgement in the Sisteen Chapel. The creepy old dude is in the middle of swinging his oar at the souls he’s about to take to Hell. Pretty gnarly. It looks like he could finish the swing at any moment… FOLLOW THROUGH, if you will. Which is evidently what I look for. Anyway, I suppose what it comes down to is that one can never help one’s training. All those Norrellite sympathies popping up, y’know?

It also brings up a good point about other cases of pre-action depictions of this sort of thing (I guess it really does help being in Italy when talking about this)… FOR EXAMPLE: Both Michelangelo’s and Bernini’s statue of David show him BEFORE facing Goliath. In Michelangelo’s, he’s contemplating the task ahead, and in Bernini’s, he’s pulled his sling taught and is about to launch the stone. Quite a contrast to a large number of other depictions of David and Goliath, both in painting and in sculpture, where David is shown with the severed head of the already defeated giant. Interesting stuff, folks… Gets those rusty ol’ wheels turning, eh?

It looks all little and cute here, like a paper weight!

It looks all little and cute here, like a paper weight!

Another from the same angle. Different day, different ink, and a bit of a different approach.

Another from the same angle. Different day, different ink, and a bit of a different approach.

There's that death grip.

There’s that death grip.

It's very disorienting to draw an upside-down head.

It’s very disorienting to draw an upside-down head.

Here's the first time I drew it from this particular angle. You can see the skin of the Nemean Lion really well from here.

Here’s the first time I drew it from this particular angle. You can see the skin of the Nemean Lion really well from here.

Can you imagine the strongest guy in the world bending your head back like that? Not that you could stop him, but would you even be able to put up a fight?

Can you imagine the strongest guy in the world bending your head back like that? Not that you could stop him, but would you even be able to put up a fight?

Lookit that handsome determination and them purdy little fingers! No, wait, don't lookit them fingers, that's a different statue.

Lookit that handsome determination and them purdy little fingers! No, wait, don’t lookit them fingers, that’s a different statue.

There are just so many lions.

There are just so many lions.

I could (and probly will... and probly should) do a whole ranting post about flayed animal skins in sculpture. It's so rad! Remember, the Nemean Lion was unstoppable before Herk came along. HEY! Patroclus, get yer upside-down face outta there!

I could (and probly will… and probly should) do a whole ranting post about flayed animal skins in sculpture. It’s so rad! Remember, the Nemean Lion was unstoppable before Herk came along. HEY! Patroclus, get yer upside-down face outta there!

Ohhh, just a hint of this one, eh? I see what you're up to...

Ohhh, just a hint of this one, eh? I see what you’re up to…

Purdy Part 3

More pictures of stuff! Whether or not they’re purdy, well, that’s up to you!

Part of the city seemed to be on fire one day. I never did look into it though...

Part of the city seemed to be on fire one day. I never did look into it though…

Don't go down that road there.

Don’t go down that road there.

Certified coffee is waaaaaayy too hard to find here! I thought I'd try this one... (hahaha they all taste the same...)

Certified coffee is waaaaaayy too hard to find here! I thought I’d try this one… (hahaha they all taste the same…)

French omelettes in Italy? You wouldn't...

French omelettes in Italy? You wouldn’t…

There's something very comforting about this... Cereal, fruit and tea...

There’s something very comforting about this… Cereal, fruit and tea…

CLEAN PEN, NEW INK.

CLEAN PEN, NEW INK.

NEW BOOK NEW BOOK NEW BOOK. Good lord, just look at how beautiful it is... I'ma fill you with so many drawings, little bro.

NEW BOOK NEW BOOK NEW BOOK. Good lord, just look at how beautiful it is… I’ma fill you with so many drawings, little bro.

The Moon is almost holdin' water...

The Moon is almost holdin’ water…

THIS STATUE, Bernini's Medusa, looks a lot like someone I know. I won't say who though, so that everyone who reads this can wonder if it's them. That oughtta be fun, right?

THIS STATUE, Bernini’s Medusa, looks a lot like someone I know. I won’t say who though, so that everyone who reads this can wonder if it’s them. That oughtta be fun, right?

Harpies?! DON'T GO DOWN THAT ROAD THERE, ULYSSES.

Harpies?! DON’T GO DOWN THAT ROAD THERE, ULYSSES.

I like to imagine that no matter what's going (it don't take a lot of imagination in this case), there are always cherubs flying around, and they're kinda like flies, always just buzzing around and you can never get rid of all of them. Oh, this is Zeus and Hera, by the way. Or, perhaps because this is in Rome, Jove and Juno. (Note the eagle and the peacock)

I like to imagine that no matter what’s going (it don’t take a lot of imagination in this case), there are always cherubs flying around, and they’re kinda like flies, always just buzzing around and you can never get rid of all of them. Oh, this is Zeus and Hera, by the way. Or, perhaps because this is in Rome, Jove and Juno. (Note the eagle and the peacock)

This is what the inside of the Vatican looks like! You just have to imagine this image slowly shuffling along and pushing you down corridors for some reason. Where is everybody going? No one knows, that's the fun part!

This is what the inside of the Vatican looks like! You just have to imagine this image slowly shuffling along and pushing you down corridors for some reason. Where is everybody going? No one knows, that’s the fun part!

Now this is the kind of thing I really like... columns and shadows...

Now this is the kind of thing I really like… columns and shadows…

Hey look! A picture through a hole!

Hey look! A picture through a hole!

It's always kinda nice to look up after a while and see that you're surrounded by a mess. It usually means you've been working hard. Or I guess that you're just gross. Maybe both?

It’s always kinda nice to look up after a while and see that you’re surrounded by a mess. It usually means you’ve been working hard. Or I guess that you’re just gross. Maybe both?

There are some amazing things... in miniature. ...Anyone? ...Hmmm? ...I DO ENJOY WORKING IN MINIATURE. Come on!!

There are some amazing things… in miniature. …Anyone? …Hmmm? …I DO ENJOY WORKING IN MINIATURE. Come on!!

Fire birds and dinosaurs!

Fire birds and dinosaurs!

Speaking of chameleons, these two are more than 150 years old. Isn't that just-- I mean, can't you just-- SO COOL. Crumbling beauties, if I've ever seen 'em.

Speaking of chameleons, these two are more than 150 years old. Isn’t that just– I mean, can’t you just– SO COOL. Crumbling beauties, if I’ve ever seen ’em.