Posts Tagged ‘art’

time for another festive printable me thinks! meet the color-in easter egg box. download the PDF, print, color, cut it out, assemble it and await the bunny. why are some printables no longer free? please note: i do not offer tech support, or customization on printables.

don’t forget to add your name or the bunny might give you the kind of eggs you don’t like. or maybe you could write someone else’s name and surprise them by pretending you’re the easter bunny!

have fun coloring, and here’s hopping (arf!) it gets filled up with delicious treats soon! what are your favourite easter eggs? i love kinder chocolate eggs by ferrero, they used to be available here in australia as ‘noggi’ eggs but now i have to rely on the kindness of europeans to satisfy my insatiable lust for praline! mmmm praline.

as i mentioned on friday, i was part of the drawn from fashion exhibition organized by leeloo. the show consisted of artworks inspired by l’oreal melbourne fashion festival runway events from the last few years. i chose fool clothing because… well, just look at the amazing outfits! how could i not choose them! they were practically the only designer using any saturated color, and i really identified with their playfulness. also their shop is not too far from my ‘hood and i always love popping in and admiring their handiwork – broom handle knits, amazing colors, its all very inspiring.

the specific image i chose is the one pictured above on the right however i was inspired by fool clothing’s collections in general. the more i pondered fool clothing, the more i became inspired. the work i created is based on the ‘fool’ tarot card, pictured above, which is the 0 card of the major arcana. the cards of the major arcana tell the fool’s journey through the human experience. in the card the fool is unwittingly or uncaringly standing on the edge of a cliff or ‘void’ (0 also being representative of void, or nothingness) – taking a risk or a leap into the unknown. a white dog is reality ‘nipping’ at the fool’s heels. in the fool’s hand is a flower showing his love for beauty. i have always understood the fool to not be a buffoon but as a happy-go-lucky innocent. some people may consider fool clothing’s designs ‘risky’ but i think their designs are joyous and carefree. the oversize textures and elements are fun and reminiscent of kid crafted pom pom’s and the french knitting looms i played with as a child. the tarot card shows the fool carrying a bindle over his shoulder, showing he has everything he needs with him. in my design the fool carries a ball of yarn on a needle over her shoulder – everything she needs to construct fool clothing’s knitted designs. some heavy handed symbolism there, i know, but it was so much fun to create. maybe i’ll make up a whole deck of cards!

the print could not have been produced without the amazing printing of lantern printing: mmm 100% cotton rag art paper using quality archival inks (imagine i said that with a homer simpson-like drool).
if you’re interested in owning a copy of this print contact me.

✽ high flyer print ✽ floral platter tray ✽ linen cocktail towel ✽

✽ recipe box ✽ playing cards ✽ vera scarf ✽

✽ london sights linen towel ✽ swirly fabric ✽

i’m a big fan of the purple and golden ochre/’peanut butter and jelly’ color combination: its unexpected, sophisticated but still fun. throw it in some groovy patterns and designs and i’m weak at the knees. how do you feel about these colors together?

written by nick cohn, and illustrated by guy peelaert

a collection of stunning illustrations of music’s most famous faces paired with lyrics, or short biographies. what sets this book apart for me is the varying approaches it takes to the artists portrayed: reverence, irreverence, satire, nostalgia, commentary and good old fashioned gaudiness. the combination of words and pictures present both magic realism and the mundane: some pages poignantly express the isolation and heartbreak fame can bring. other pages turn popular culture icons into religious ones. and more yet show snippets of that ‘american dream’ that that era of music sang about. oh and let’s not forget the Rolling Stones in PVC bondage gear… the over-the-topness of the pictures matched the over-the-topness of the spirit of rock, maaaan!

the following are some excerpts of illustrations & text from the book:

the promised land: california was teen heaven, perfection, where the sun was always shining, where the cosmis surfer’s wave unfurled toward infinity, where everyone was golden, young and beautiful forever. for every girl, there were two boys, and so they lounged by the poolside, drinking cool beers and counting the passing bikinis, or they played touch football, in eternal summer, or they drag raced, made love at the drive-ins, watched technicolor sunsets, led plans, wrote songs…

jerry lee lewis: “either be hot or be cold. if you’re lukewarm, the Lord will spew you forth from his mouth”. thus spoke jerry lee and he rampaged through the land, with his piano, his bible and his thirteen year old wife. night after night, leaping high upon the piano, he preached with fiery tounges, in sermons of arrogance and lust. then his audience would surge forward and storm the stage, like converts, to shake his hand and be blessed.

 

phil spector: strange resurrection of baby phil, the highschool dropout: arriving in new york, he slept in offices, on floors and benches and desk tops, until finally he was set loose to produce a record. then, at a single shot, he paid back twenty years’ accumulation of rage. out poured the wildest torrents of pent-up energy, invention, insanity, malice, fantasy, grotesquerie and when the smoke cleared, he stood revealed in hollywood technorama: a colossus: true inheritor of cecil b de mille: ultimate rock’n'roll showman, teendreamer, and bullshitter, genius and freak.

 

… now when i come home, late at night, my slippers are waiting in front of the fire, my pipe is on the mantleshelf, and priscilla is sitting in bed with curlers in her hair. then i kiss her on either cheek , and on her lips like cherries, and i hold her close to my heart. “welcome home”, she says, and at last i am at peace.

donovan: the fool on the hill

then there were two, because the first had flown off through the window and disappeared into the skies, and they sat among the debris, sated, slightly ageing but not too jaded to pull the same rude faces, or to stick out their tongues once more, as they’d done in the days of their first youth.

 

buddy holly: hey what happened? one moment i was in lubbock, texas and i had bad teeth, bad eyes and sang with my nostrils and adenoids, hiccoughing and whining. everyone said i was crazy, so i left and came to new york, an i met a man who straightened my teeth, gave me new glasses, dressed me up real italian sharp.

next he called me buddy holly, and what kind of name is that? then he sent me out on tour, and put me on tv, and now i’m a rock’n'roll star.

i like it. everywhere i go, girls scream at me, boys ask for my autograph and i ride around in a cadillac. but sometimes i can’t believe it – i remember lubbock, texas, and everybody laughing at me and i ask myself, can it last?

let paul anka tell how you too can be a man…

california girls: “we’ve been having fun all summer long…”

if this glimpse of a fascinating book has whet your appetite, i really recommend picking up a copy of your own. thankfully taschen are publishing it now, so follow the link below and make your own small rock dream come true!