Showing posts with label Dance of death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dance of death. Show all posts

Thursday, 29 May 2025

Fallen from Olympus IV


 Number 4 in the series. I was keen to use one of the Dance of Death postcards, and this one being the most explicit dance seemed right. I also wanted to revisit the woman in the floral dress from Pictures at an Exhibition. They seemed to call for each other. She seemed one of the more... robust figures I'd drawn in an exhibition context, so I felt she would stand up to the picture of Death. Also I felt the off-beat rhythm of the various elbows would work somehow. It has turned out to be something that has really worked for me.

Saturday, 5 October 2024

Coming Soon! Anna Bloom in book form

 I decided to get this printed in advance of the Rugby Book Festival comng up on October 19th. I've put Anna Bloom together with Trigger Warning: Dance of Death and The Hand book into a slim volume that I will attempt to sell at the Alex. The box containing the first 25 should be here on the 16th. In the meantime here's the flipbook version.


Friday, 26 July 2024

Steve's Solo Show 26th-28th July


 This has been a very interesting show to put together,, I have filled the Alex with around 100 individual pieces (from postcard soze up) dating from the Toiti von Tranz picture I did back in July 2019. Because some of the older works have been in storage, it has been fun to dig them out and find that they are indeed okay. Nothing to be ashamed of.

It has been good to dispay the two series of "illustrattions" - Anna Bloom and Dance of Death - all together with the words. I definitely thing it'd be worthwhile putting them in book form if I can ge it done cheaply enough.




Monday, 11 October 2021

Dance of Death first proof

 


Tried this out on wallpaper, so the black is a bit salty but I'm happy with this arrangement of the 13 blocks. I just need to get some big sheets of decent smooth paper and I'm good to go.

Sunday, 10 October 2021

Iceberg revisited


I had the idea recently of printing all the “Dance of Death” postcards on to a single sheet. Now that I have the etching press this seems possible. But I felt that the “I am an Iceberg” print was weaker than the others – the arms just don’t work right. So I’ve decided to do another version for the portmanteau printing. 

I’ve gone for a more close-up and intimate death this time. Now I’ve got to work out how to fit all 13 together.

Thursday, 2 September 2021

Candle Dancers of Death

Totenkerzentänzerinnen?? With apologies to Emil Nolde. Not that he was much given to apologising himself. 

I always loved the energy of Nolde’s candle dancers. So when I wanted a dance of Death with a frenetic vibe, his painting/woodcut seemed the natural source. 

Last year when I began bringing Uncle Death into my work, especially the Trigger Warning series, I approached the subject with a sense of sadness. Almost an especial sadness for all those deaths overshadowed by the coronavirus hysteria, But now, I am more frightened of the world. Not frightened of disease, or death. More the collective madness that has overtaken us. An enthusiasm with sweeping everything away. It reminds me of the enthusiasm with which the youth of Europe marched off to war in 1914. 

So this. Not Uncle Death. More the Death Sisters, cutting abstract shapes before a miniature model of Hell.

Sunday, 3 January 2021

Death and the Bibliophile (book plate)




I don’t think I’ve ever lent a book and got it back. The only book I remember coming back was one I had given to somebody only to have it returned after their death. It bore an inscription to me on the fly leaf, so his executors gave it back to me.

I’ve always loved book plates. I like to see them in an old book, little memorials to previous owners.

Any book that I paste one of these inside is unlikely to get lent out. But maybe when the Davies Library is dispersed, people in the future can wonder about me. And the faint-hearted can worry that I may have cursed the book, wishing upon them a visit from Uncle Death himself.

I’ve been thinking about this image for about the last month. It started out with her facing forward and fainting away at Death’s touch. The composition was much more four-square and had something of a Jugendstil Death and the Maiden about it. I’ve come back to the idea off-and-on over the month and it has developed in a more expressionistic direction. Yesterday I felt I’d got the drawing of the reader right, flinching yet unwilling to be torn from the book. I’ve been drawing some of the Deaths from Holbein’s Dance of Death, and that’s where his vibe has come from. I like that he seems quite importunate, and maybe a bit lizardy.

Saturday, 1 August 2020

Dance of Death: The Prologue

The 14th card. And not a postcard this time as its a square one. So it could be Meditation 6: Revelation, too.
When I put the video together to mark the completion of the postcards project, I used the Meditation #1 card I'd made a little while ago to illustrate the Prologue. Now that I'm warming to the idea of making all this into a book-poem, I felt the Prologue needed a dedicated picture of its own. It would then accompany the verse:

Feline calls from music's heights,
I respond in black and white.
This is the way art plays its game,
From hand to mouth, and back again.

I finished it yesterday, just in time to send a photo of it to Feline this morning as a virtual birthday card.

Wednesday, 8 July 2020

13 Postcards: the original sketches (long post)

When the idea of this project occurred to me, I thought, “Is this achievable?” So I quickly scribbled down ideas for each postcard (each will have taken under a minute). When I’d done that, I felt there were enough ideas there for me to proceed with. So these were my starting point each day of the challenge. Some of the ideas fed pretty much directly into the final image, some I tweaked and altered and others I rejected and started again from scratch. But they were always the first point of call. So here they all are with some notes from me about where they came from and how they developed.

1. Inappropriate
This was originally a more in-your-face punk inappropriateness. Like the song, really. Revelling in its inappropriateness. But as I started thinking about the design, I thought that inappropriate was a middle-class notion. A kind of parent-to-child chiding for overstepping some social boundary. So the idea of the drunken uncle at a family gathering occurred. A kind of shudder of social embarrassment. Death can be a bit like that, can’t it?

2. Pretty please
I kept this idea of the bound-up head, but simplified it for the final image. I just kept the blindfold around the eyes and ears, the input-oriented senses. Because this one is about not wanting to know. I also moved Death around to the front, because he’s not having to sneak up.

3. I am an iceberg
My original idea was perhaps more literal than the one I went with in the end. But if Death is as big as an iceberg, then he’s going to be looming up on a ship. So it’s all a lot less personal. So that’s why I went for Death pushing someone through the ice. A much more personal, individual affair.

4. Castle in the woods
This one was always going to be a “damsel in distress”. It is very much the essence of the song – a sense of attraction, but also of being lured to your doom. A kind of Lorelei. Once you go down that route, the late 15th Century conical hat is the way to go. Only the scene shifted from the original sketch, from battlement to window.

5. Restart from zero
I was originally thinking of Death extinguishing a candle, with the horrified face of the person who was to be left in the dark. But the idea was a bit confused (as you can see). So my mind turned to the idea of childbirth as new start. And Death as gynaecologist – to remind us that sometimes one or both don’t make it.

6. Another dream
This rough sketch shows that I originally imagined Death waking the sleeper quite vigorously. But when working the idea up, I opted for a profile which seemed to lend itself to the sneaking-up-and-giving-a-poke idea. I went for the shadows against a window partly because I was being woken by rosy-fingered dawn at the time. So it’s kinda what my world was like.

7. Lobotomy
There’s an image from an old movie in my head of Peter Cushing (I think) drilling into the top of somebody’s head. That’s what informed this first rough sketch. The image was pretty challenging to execute. I ended up going wrong and starting again. Putting Deah in a white coat was my wife’s idea. It solves the problem of multiple layers of bones getting in the way of each other.

8. Night
This was quite a strong image in my head and translated pretty straightforwardly into the final version. I’d got the skull, the classical statue for the head, the mirror is one we got from a jumble sale aeons ago, and the hand was mine, drawn while waiting in the car.

9. Medusa
This one was probably the image I was struggling most with. I’d already done a Medusa, so needed to come up with something suitably different. And good. I just scribbled down some ideas for snake skulls and left it there. It was only when I was half way through the project and this one was looming that I got the idea for a Pieta. Death feeling sorry for Medusa and making the only promise he can, “I’ll come for them, too, when their time comes.”

10. Not a man
Death is one of those characters we generally refer to as “he”. But that doesn’t have to be the case, does it? My first imagining was of a Veronica lake type Death, but when I discovered that I would be doing this in the anniversary of Dani’s death, I decided to opt for something much more old-school. Went for late 18th Century in the end.

11. Please die
The song’s chorus starts, “Throw yourself out of the window”, so the image of somebody falling to their doom while Death looks on is an easy one to pick. The final image owes something to my comic-writing past. The kind of image Stan Lee would approve of.

12. Can’t breathe
This first version was more Death by strangulation. In the end I kept Death’s stealthy approach from behind, but opted for hand over mouth and fingers closing the nostrils. Death doesn’t always have to resort to violence, sometimes his version of the Vulcan Death Grip will suffice.

13. Vanity fair
The vibe of the song is quite carnivalesque, so I imagined quite a vigorous dance. A bit folk dance, hoe-down, maybe. But as I went along I was drawn more to ballroom. I was thinking waltz, then in later drawings it was looking more quickstep. In the end I moved Death’s leg so that it pointed outwards at an angle. This made it more a tango, and completed it for me.

It was accidental, or maybe because I let the thing follow its own logic, that Death arrived in card number 1 and finally gets his dance in card 13. I love that.

Sunday, 5 July 2020

13 Postcards for 13 Songs: looking back on the challenge

Here’s a photo of them all together. In order from the top left:
Top row: Inappropriate; Pretty please; I am an iceberg; Castle in the woods; Middle row: Restart from zero; Another dream; Lobotomy; Night; Medusa; Bottom row: Not a man; Please die; Can’t breathe; Vanity fair.

I’m really glad I did this thing. I felt I was at a tangent to Warwickshire Open Studios. But that’s ok. I’ve got 5 years worth of their handbooks for the years prior to this one, and there’s nobody there who reminds me of me. So I knew. And I’ll put myself forward again next year, too. Even though I might be … inappropriate.

It’s been a project that has taught me a lot. About the power of having a creative binge like that. Feline wrote most of the songs for “Out” like that – one a day. It’s like all your senses become sharpened, and image-making grows inside you. Luckily I’m not an artist that goes in for a high degree of finish. It would drive me mad if I was.

Art is only art because it has a history, going back over the millennia. And this project also allowed me to tour my hinterland. I originally said “explore”, but “tour” is better. It’s more like one of those holidays where you roll up into a town – see the big sights – and on to the next. You know, “Today Munch is with us, and Gauguin. Hey guys!” If you’ve done the homework beforehand, you can feel them flowing through your hands.

And bones. I’ve got a book called “Anatomy for Art Students” published in 1915 that has been most helpful in understanding how skeletons fit together, how they are articulated. Didn’t always use the detail I’d gained, but its spirit is there.

I’ve come to the conclusion that we live in a much more nervous age than even my parents did. But we haven’t banished Death by not talking about him/her, or not making pictures. Having Death stalk amongst us is a counterpoint to life. Intensifies it. Makes it more beautiful.

Saturday, 4 July 2020

Dance of Death: The video!

To round the challenge off, I've put all the postcards into a slideshow, along with all the proofs so the images "develop" somewhat. All set to the soundtrack of me reading my verses. ("Oh, please! Not that!" you say), Hope you like it.

Friday, 3 July 2020

Postcard 13: Vanity Fair

Finished! Well, I say finished but I have grown the idea in my head that I should make all these into a book with the verses carved in blocks to show on the page facing each print. Well, that's the idea, though it's scaring me a bit right now.
And with this verse:

Go smooth your skin, go dye your hair.
Go chase your youth, lost long back. Where?
You duck and dive, what vanity,
To try to dodge your dance with me!

Death's final dance turned into a tango in the end. Strangely...appropriate. My original scribbles suggested a much more raucous affair. But as the series developed, this seemed to work better for my Death.
But then other influences came into play. Munch who was a big influence on the dress. And Gauguin's print, "Te Faruru" from which I took the position of the two heads and the draped arm. I also called on the team again to strike up the pose.
He dropped her, so is having to apologise. But I got this drawing in before the accident.
The first proof was over 90% of the work, so little change once I got the outline down.
And twelve of these printed.

Thursday, 2 July 2020

Postcard 12: Can't Breathe

Postcard 12!! When I started this challenge, I thought it was achieveable. I'd got some rough ideas for most of the songs, and I'd previously done some postcard sized linocuts in a couple of hours. So. No worries, eh?

I've got one more to do with a couple of days to spare, so achieveable it was. But boy, am I tired. Some of them took longer than I imagined, and some of the designs changed considerably from what I'd originally thought. Getting up early helps, though. Ideal time of year for it.

Anyway, here's the postcard.
Back to the "double portrrait" like in postcard 2. I really like the variety this challenge has allowed.

Here's the verse for this one:

That hardly noticed rhythmic flow

Has stopped, and instantly you know.
Remove the panic from your face
And relax your bones for my embrace.

I've enjoyed writing these, too. The image and the verse and the original song all play off each other in my head. Hence the whole thing is more than just illustrations of the songs.

Anyway. Here are the proofs...

And 12 printed off.

Wednesday, 1 July 2020

Postcard 11: Please Die


This one took quite a bit of effort. It could be the sheer act of having a violent image in your head and wanting to convey that in the execution. Quite tiring. For those of you of a nervous disposition, rest assured that the picture is *really* me gurning while holding a mirror over my head.

And here's today's verse:

Some wish for me upon a star
That I come soon to where they are
And take away in vultures guise
The source of blight that scars their lives.

Here's the original rough idea that occurred to me, then another getting closer to the final image.
And here are the various proofs showing how I cut the different parts. You can see that the background was there from the start, as opposed to other images where it developed as I cut the block.
And another 12 in the bag...

Tuesday, 30 June 2020

Postcard 10: Not a man

I didn't notice this was going to happen until yesterday. I started on Day 1, and have pretty much had my head down working on these in album order. So. Not a Man arrives on the anniversary of Danielle Miller's death. Death was always going to wear a frock in this one. But, in honour of Dani, it's a PROPER FROCK.
I certainly feel I've learnt a lot doing this challenge. And gained in confidence. Putting yourself out there is the life lesson I've learned from Dani. So here I am, doing things I wouldn't have imagined a year ago.

This is the verse to accompany it:

Width of hip and weight of jaw.

Bones to pick to prove your law.
My mysteries are beyond mere science’ play,
So this box I’ll tick, “I prefer not to say.”

Here's the block and proofs. Once I'd got the basics down, it all just flowed. I only added 3 or 4 mrks to finish.
And printed off.

Monday, 29 June 2020

Postcard 9: Medusa (Part 2)


And finished. Only subtly different from the version in Part 1. Think I'm right to leave out drapery and stuff.
The verse that goes with this one is:

The mobs that jeer and spit your name.

None survive their bile and blame.
Take heart as I take you to your rest,
No-one escapes my final test.

Some dainty features in this one which made it a challenge to achieve. And having a suitably sad-looking Death.

Sunday, 28 June 2020

Postcard 9: Medusa (Part 1)

A few days ago, whenever it was, when I was working on the background for "Restart from Zero", I wrote alongside some of the sketches I was making, "Medusa. Death as Pieta." That was to remind me of tthe image thatt had just come into my head of Michelangelo's famous sculpture with Death taking Mary's place and Medusa from Cellini's Perseus in the place of Christ. I enlisted these guys to help me cobble the picture together.
Because Cellini's Medusa is quite twisted on the shield and cushion arrangement, I needed a more relaxed lower body for this pose. This is where I've got so far. The upper body and arm is based on Cellini.
I was going to have drapery over whatever it is Death is sitting on, but I'm inclined to leave everything black. But I'm working out how to do a suggestion of blood dripping from the neck into a pool on the floor.

Postcard 8: Night

Done before brekfast!

Sometimes you have a picture so clear in your head, you just execute it. I did the drawings for the head and skull last night. The hand I drew while waiting in the car the day before.

Here are the proofs:
It all came ot pretty much as I wanted, so there was virtually no tweaking of the cuts either. All done before 9am. Tomorrow's is going to be hard, though and I've done no drawings yet. So I need the time.



Saturday, 27 June 2020

Postcard 7: Lobotomy

This one has been a bit troublesome. The first version I started  yesterday went a bit wrong. I was a bit too tired to do anything about it due to the sweltering heat, so I started again today.
Here's the verse:

The system rules the lives within,
Decides what's good or bad. Fit in
By removing thought and feeling both.
Brain dead, by my technocratic oath.

The lab coat was my wife's idea. All the bones would have made things far too confusing otherwise. This picture shows progress through some proofs.
And another 12 postcards done

Thursday, 25 June 2020

Postcard 6: Another dream

Made an early start today, so got this finished before the heat in my little print room got too high.
Sometimes the idea for a print just comes and doesn't require much work to get it into its final form. Here's the drawing I traced from. That's pretty much it for workings out. ! was going to have the odd little reflection on places like the cheekbone, orbital bome and shoulder blade, but decided against it having done the profile.
I don't think I've posted one of these before, so heres the block, inked with India Ink and sumi-e brush. I'm just beginning cutting death's outline
Here are various proofs.
And the requisite dozen postcards printed off.