From Chaos (2017) Mixed Media on canvas.
The idea behind this piece came from the story of Pandora’s Box. The Ancient Greeks believed the universe started from chaos somewhere down the line humans were created and the story of Zeus giving Pandora a box happened. Misery etc entered the world but so did the hope of all these good things.
Hell of a lot of sewing was invovled in this piece as the outside and some of the inside needed to be sewn together, glue wouldn’t look right.
Sheet Music on one of the panels inside the box is, “Take Flight,” From Lindsey Stirling
I lay on the comforting rouge carpet on my side, still feeling tired. Exhaling, I tossed over onto my back. The ceiling seemed too high for this room; I almost expected something to sweep down from the black surface. I closed my eyes to block it out, unable to ignore the creepy feeling. It is like Hades has designed this room to give an uncomfortable impression whenever I’m left alone in here.
I suspected he’s near, although I’m early from our normal meeting time. I still didn’t move, if he could see me, he might think I’m asleep and leave.
Instead of going, Hades moved closer.
The jolt of being lifted made me open my eyes to find I’m being cradled. Hades shifted the top of my dress down slightly to look fully at the new mark. He seemed to show some interest to it.
Looking at the mark, the circle was now a silver colour and inside it is a black tree covered in bronze and red leaves. My mind wondered to other things that didn’t involve decoding semiotics. It felt awkward enough with a guy knowingly staring at my chest and a tattoo I couldn’t really explain.
“What does yours look like?” I thought out loud. I peeked up at him and his soft smile. He moved his arms, and continued to remove his t-shirt.
And Night Fell (2017)
Oil painting and paper cutting on canvas.
I was inspired on the long train journey home from Whitby- usually it takes just over an hour to get back but this time we got on the train that took over 2 hours.
I loved the colours of the sky, as the sun had just started to set earlier, like they where burning on the contrasting black horizon. Hints of black and blue running though the sky are like the veins of the sky and the earth. The black paper cuttings were covering the silver and blue patterns symbolising the day has ended although the sun for the moment is still there. Also this links to my obsession with Greek Mythology as I wanted to show the day ending, going to sleep and night, Nyx, is covering the sky, but like everything they are alive.
Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night–a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite number was Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn.