[ENG] (Feel free to share or comment, thank you again for your support!) Here is the latest artwork I created : “- FAE -” - PRINTS available -
Mixed media : Graphite, Gold leaf (24k, lemon and rose), oxidized Silver leaf, Silver leaf and hydrangeas petals on Arches paper. The apples of the frame are in relief. - 19,7/27,5" - 50/70cm - Model : Psyché Ophiuchus
This piece will be part of the show “Arc Visions”, in the Arcadia Gallery, Pasadena (CA) February 16th – March 2nd , 2019 The artwork will be framed with a black and gold casetta with pastiglia created by The Batican.
“Fae” is a tribute to the old European forests, to the ancient magic of Celtic mythology, to the novels of the Middle Ages. My new homage to the Sidh, to all the doors that open on the “Merveilleux” and on the Symbol.
To Psyché, the fairy I met in the woods, the bride of this season.
“Through the deep night a magic mist led me like a simpleton roaming the land, no friends of my bosom beside me, an outcast in places unknown. I stretched out dejected and tearful in a nut-sheltered wood all alone and prayed to the bright King of Glory with"Mercy!” alone on my lips.
My heart, I declare, full of turmoil in that wood with no human sound nigh, the thrush’s sweet voice the sole pleasure, ever singing its tune on each bough. Then a noble sidh-girl sat beside me like a saint in her figure and form: in her countenance roses contended with white - and I know not which lost.
Furrowed thick, yellow-twisting and golden was the lady’s hair down to her shoes, her brows without flaw, and like amber her luring eye, death to the brave. Sweet, lovely, delicious - pure music - the harp-notes of the sidh from her lips, breasts rounded, smooth, chalk-white, most proper, never marred by another, I swear.
Though lost to myself till that moment, with love for the lady I throbbed and I found myself filled with great pleasure that she was directed my way. How it fell, I write out in these verses, how I let my lips speak unrestrained, the sweet things that I told the fair maiden as we stretched on the green mountain-slope:
‘Are you, languid-eyed lady who pierced me with love for your face and your form, the Fair-One caused hordes to be slaughtered as they write in the Battle of Troy? Or the mild royal girl who let languish the chief of Boru and his troop? Or the queen who decreed that the great prince from Howth follow far in pursuit?
Delicious, sweet, tender, she answered ever shedding tears down in her pain: ‘I am none of those women you speak of, and I see that you don’t know my clan. I’m the bride wed in bliss for a season, under right royal rule, to the King over Caideal of Conn and of Eoghan who ruled undisputed o'er Fódla1"
1 Eoghan Rua Ó Súilleabháin, A Magic Mist, translated by Thomas Kinsella
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(N'hésitez pas à partager ou commenter, merci encore pour votre soutien!) Voici la dernière pièce que j'ai créée: “- FAE -” (La pièce est disponible, n'hésitez pas à me contacter pour vous renseigner à ce sujet)
Technique mixte : graphite, feuille d'or (24k, citron et rose), feuille d'argent oxydée, feuille d'argent et pétales d'hortensias sur papier Arches. Les pommes du cadre sont en relief. - 19,7/27,5" - 50/70cm - Modèle : Psyché Ophiuchus
Cette pièce fera partie de l'exposition “Arc Visions”, dans la prestigieuse galerie Arcadia, Pasadena (CA) 16 février - 2 mars 2019 L'œuvre sera encadrée d'une “casetta” noire et dorée avec pastiglia créée par The Batican.
“Fae” est un hommage aux vieilles forêts européennes, à l'ancienne magie de la mythologie celtique, aux romans du Moyen Âge. Mon nouvel hommage au Sidh, à toutes les portes qui s'ouvrent sur le Merveilleux et sur le Symbole. À Psyché, la fée que j'ai rencontrée dans les bois, la mariée de cette saison.
“Through the deep night a magic mist led me like a simpleton roaming the land, no friends of my bosom beside me, an outcast in places unknown. I stretched out dejected and tearful in a nut-sheltered wood all alone and prayed to the bright King of Glory with"Mercy!” alone on my lips.
My heart, I declare, full of turmoil in that wood with no human sound nigh, the thrush’s sweet voice the sole pleasure, ever singing its tune on each bough. Then a noble sidh-girl sat beside me like a saint in her figure and form: in her countenance roses contended with white - and I know not which lost.
Furrowed thick, yellow-twisting and golden was the lady’s hair down to her shoes, her brows without flaw, and like amber her luring eye, death to the brave. Sweet, lovely, delicious - pure music - the harp-notes of the sidh from her lips, breasts rounded, smooth, chalk-white, most proper, never marred by another, I swear.
Though lost to myself till that moment, with love for the lady I throbbed and I found myself filled with great pleasure that she was directed my way. How it fell, I write out in these verses, how I let my lips speak unrestrained, the sweet things that I told the fair maiden as we stretched on the green mountain-slope:
'Are you, languid-eyed lady who pierced me with love for your face and your form, the Fair-One caused hordes to be slaughtered as they write in the Battle of Troy? Or the mild royal girl who let languish the chief of Boru and his troop? Or the queen who decreed that the great prince from Howth follow far in pursuit?
Delicious, sweet, tender, she answered ever shedding tears down in her pain: 'I am none of those women you speak of, and I see that you don’t know my clan. I’m the bride wed in bliss for a season, under right royal rule, to the King over Caideal of Conn and of Eoghan who ruled undisputed o'er Fódla1"
1 Eoghan Rua Ó Súilleabháin, A Magic Mist, translated by Thomas Kinsella
Axe Head from Mammen, Denmark dated to the 10th Century on display at the National Museum of Denmark in Copenhagen
The deceased magnate from Mammen was given a magnificent axe to accompany him in the grave. Made of iron and decorated with silver inlay the motifs present on the axe are somewhat ambiguous. Arguments can be made for both Christian and pagan motifs with one side of the axe depicting a tree. This can be interpreted as the pagan tree ”Yggdrasil”, but also as the Christian ”Tree of Life”.
The other side of the axe from Mammen displays a bird motif, either the rooster Gullinkambi (Old Norse “golden comb”) or the Phoenix the Christian symbol of rebirth. Gullinkambi sits on top of the tree Yggdrasil and his task is to wake the Viking warriors every morning and when Ragnarok comes he will crow. The motifs on the axe can therefore be interpreted as both pagan and Christian.
this past Saturday. Naturally I spent most of my time in the Arms and Armor collection, and I must say, since I haven’t been to the collection since I started this blog, it was interesting seeing many of the artifacts I’ve since seen and admired online in a different light.
Most of the pictures I’ll had here (there are 19) are of artifacts I have posted before, but now I get to share them with you in their display.
Like this beautiful bastard, which I think both @peashooter85 and I have posted before
and this Rennzeug jousting armor.
I have never posted the famous display of mounted armor before, so here it is from the front (though I have posted individual elements from it before.)
This Burgonet, which is a real beauty, I believe I posted quite some time ago, so most people that are following me probably haven’t seen it on my blog.
Equally, this suit of blue and gilt armor that belonged to George Clifford, third Earl of Cumberland is something that I posted to my blog quite a long while ago,
as are these two (quite famous) armors that belonged to King Henry VIII.
I also felt the need to take a picture of the Maximilian armor pictured below because it is massive. I mean just look at the size of the thing compared to the armor next to it, my god that man must have been huge!
A famous English tournament helm
or two
and a collection of rapiers/side swords that caught my eye
and then we saw the stunning sword of Prince Elector Christian II of Saxony, which I’m certain many of you will recognize.
This Sallet was in and amongst the Muslim artifacts despite being from Spain due to the massive influence the Moorish conquest of Spain had on that culture.
I know that I have posted this Tulwar and all three of these beautiful daggers before,
and I certainly recognize these two Indian beauties, as I’m sure some of you do as well.
A 14th century Japanese Yoroi,
a mid 15th century Bohemian Pavise,
a beautiful 5th-7th century Germanic Spangenhelm that I actually never remember seeing,
and we close out with this monstrosity, the infamous and godless fabrication of Dr. Bashford Dean.
Obviously there were a great number more artifacts on display than this, but I chose to photograph and post some of the more famous, interesting, and familiar ones.
I hope this has been an entertaining and refreshing post. Cheers!
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