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Tuesday, 23 June 2020

Fairy voices

Happy International Fairy Day!

This post showcases a new body of art work inspired by a small selection of artists who have fallen under the profound spell of those tiny winged creatures we know as fairy folk. But these encounters are a far cry from the stories found in nursery books. These are bleak, frightening accounts of madness, incarceration and public shame.  

Inspired by the Cottingley Fairies photographs
A re-imagined collection by Mayfifth1935
[April 2020]

Childhood doll collection photographed in and around my home town 

I have always been drawn to fairy illustration, especially from the Victorian and Edwardian eras. I adored Arthur Rackham's spindly sprites and fairy maidens but also loved the wholesome nursery styled fairies painted by Dorothy Wheeler, Florence Harrison, and 
Anne Anderson. However, when I chose to study art history, my tastes settled on the more classical painters who envisaged a darker version of the fairy realm and I loved it. John Anster Fitzgerald [1819-1906] in particular painted his fairies in frenzied detail, his imps and pixies cavort about in mad and lovely vignettes but look closer at his works like The captive robin and Chase of the white mouse for hints at a more vindictive creature. 

Inspired by the Cottingley Fairies photographs
A re-imagined collection by Mayfifth1935
[April 2020]

Childhood doll collection photographed in and around my home town
 
Inspired by the Cottingley Fairies photographs
A re-imagined collection by Mayfifth1935
[April 2020]

Childhood doll collection photographed in and around my home town

The dark side of any cultural genre if charismatic enough can be deceptively tempting and the disturbing fairy canvases and shocking life story of Richard Dadd [1817-1886] had me mesmerized. He was an exceptional artist whose promising career at The Royal Academy was tragically derailed and then bizarrely re-railed as the infamous artist sent to Bethlem Psychiatric Hospital [also known as Bedlam] for the murder of his father in 1843 when he was 27 years old. Probably suffering from Paranoid Schizophrenia, Dadd became subject to hallucinations and voices in his head whilst on a painting holiday in Egypt. Unfortunately, these symptoms were left unchecked and when he was arrested after the murder, he recounted how the spirit of an ancient pharaoh told him his father was the Devil in disguise. Knowing the reputation of Bethlem, it may be surprising to learn that he was actively encouraged to paint by the staff and over the years produced an astounding body of work. However, he remained sectioned for the rest of his life and was remembered by staff as a gentle, polite man prone to unexpected bouts of violent temper.  

Inspired by the Cottingley Fairies photographs
A re-imagined collection by Mayfifth1935
[April 2020]

Childhood doll collection photographed in and around my home town

Our next fairy victims were a father and son and my association with them began round 25 years ago with a particularly fruitful visit to Hay-on-Wye's collection of second-hand book shops. It was the cover that drew me to The Doyle Diary: The Last Great Conan Doyle Mystery, written by Michael Baker [1978]; a scratchy sketch of a bearded Edwardian gentleman shaking hands with Death, drawn as a skeleton, carrying a giant scythe and wearing a very becoming bridal veil. 

My copy of The Doyle Diary by Michael Baker
[1978] published by Paddington Press [U.K.] Ltd

The book is actually about Charles Altamont Doyle [1832-1893] who is best known as father of Arthur Conan Doyle [creator of Sherlock Holmes]. Charles was an illustrator and painter of fairies as was his brother Richard [Dickie] Doyle. The difference between the two brothers was was that Dickie became very successful but Charles suffered with crippling alcoholism that eventually lead to incarceration in the Sunnyside Clinic at  Royal Montrose Lunatic Asylum in Edinburgh sometime around 1885. While there, his health worsened and he began to suffer epileptic seizures and sank into a deep depression. But, he also continued to paint and filled numerous diaries with illustrations of peculiar and fantastical creatures. The images are enchanting and unnerving, miniature demons giggle and slither about on twisted limbs bothering tiny ladies who take refuge in branches and hide behind giant birds. However beautiful, the diary is bleak, exuding hopelessness and loneliness. The illustrations are captioned with little messages to his wife and protestations of his sanity. Sadly [like Dadd], he never made it home and died alone from a fit during the night in 1893. 

The Doyle Diary contains a complete reproduction of one of the Sunnyside Clinic diaries of Charles Altamont Doyle [circa1885]
I have copied a selection of the figures, re-coloured them and added moth wings
Mayfifth1935 [April 2020]


The Doyle Diary contains a complete reproduction of one of the Sunnyside Clinic diaries of Charles Altamont Doyle [circa1885]
I have copied a selection of the figures, re-coloured them and added moth wings 
Mayfifth1935 [April 2020]

Arthur Conan Doyle was one of Charles Doyle's seven children, famous during his own lifetime for his creation of Sherlock Holmes but also infamous for his misguided belief in the Cottingley Fairy photographs hoax during the 1920s. The hoax centered around two little girls, Elsie Wright and Frances Griffiths, who claimed they'd taken photographs of genuine fairies in their home town of Cottingley, Yorkshire. Conan Doyle already had a deep belief in the after-life and spiritualism since he had lost his son during WWI. Therefore it is no surprise that when shown the photographs, in a moment of madness he not only publicly announced to the world his belief in their validity but also published an article in The Strand Magazine and wrote a book titled The Coming of the Fairies. Doyle also arranged for Theosophical Society member Edward Gardner [who had introduced him to the photographs] to visit the girls at home in the hope that he might also bear witness to their story. Gardner kept a diary of his visits and went on to publish several books on the subject. 

One of Edward Gardner's Cottingley diaries 
Flat-lay arrangement of an imaginary find using personal ephemera, a notebook made from vintage paper and pressed flowers
By Mayfifth1935 [June 2020]


The public backlash began immediately and Conan Doyle especially received the lion's share of ridicule due to his association with Sherlock Holmes's famous logical reasoning. It is hard to imagining how Doyle and his fellow believers might have felt during their plummet from euphoria [Doyle called the photographs "an epoch making event"] to being the butt of jokes and caricatured in cruel cartoons. In this story, there was no murder or madness but Doyle and Gardner must surely have been heartbroken. However, as far as we can tell, the hoax did not alter their otherworldly beliefs as they both continued to write on the subject. Moreover, if you read about the hoax, there appears to have been no malicious intention. It was most likely a joke meant only to be have been shared within the family. Within the correspondence of both Elsie and Frances there is a sincere sense of embarrassment and guilt at the ridicule heaped on Conan Doyle and certainly no crowing at having "got one over" on such a famous intellectual. This story is one of profound sadness and regret. 

In conclusion and a final thought. Just because these photographs were staged, does it mean absolutely that fairies do not exist? Of course we know this not to be true and the following question has occurred to me. Might the fairies regret not having come to the aid of Doyle and Gardner? By showing themselves to the world they could have vindicated our heroes and things would have been very different. But here, we come to another question, can fairies even feel regret? Do they have any concept of right and wrong? This conjecture however, is for another conversation so I leave you now with the culmination of this portfolio. A poem that imagines a hazy summer evening and a little band of fairies who fondly remember these devotees with a sorrowful reverence.

Fairy Voices

💔

Walking through a meadow near the end of day

I once saw a fairy troupe engaged in dance and play

Like little dolls in foreign dress cavorting all around

Their tiny sing song voices made a strange and haunting sound

I strained to hear of what they sang and thought they chanted names

Of those who fell under the spell of twisted fairy games

One was a ghost who painted them while locked in Montrose Royal

A frail and frightened broken man who hoped his name was Doyle

For Richard Dadd they wept and raged, a cursed and awful man

Who killed his father, lost his mind and lived inside Bedlam

 Of Arthur Rackham’s spindly sprites and winged angels fair

They sang of how he painted them as spirits of the air

They sang of summer days at play with Francis and Elsie

Upon wet rocks and lichened oaks at secret Cottingley

 Of Conan Doyle and Gardner they spoke in whispered awe

Regretting all the lies and shame for now and ever more

💔

Poem by Mayfifth1935


Inspired by the Cottingley Fairies photographs
A re-imagined collection by Mayfifth1935
[April 2020]

Childhood doll collection photographed in and around my home town


Inspired by the Cottingley Fairies photographs
A re-imagined collection by Mayfifth1935
[April 2020]


Inspired by the Cottingley Fairies photographs
A re-imagined collection by Mayfifth1935
[April 2020]


As mentioned above, this post has been created to showcase my recent fairy related art portfolio. Therefore, as good blog posts shouldn't ramble on, I've only presented the very bare bones of these artist's stories. If you wish to learn more please use the hyperlinks over the names, these will take you to their Wikipedia entries. 

Below is an interesting link telling Dadd's story in more detail:

Below is a link to a blog post by Monster Brains on Charles Altamont Doyle and includes an image of [in my opinion] his most profoundly sad and beautiful painting, The Spirits of the Prisoners, 1885 [ghosts and fairies flying around Montrose Asylum in the moonlight]: 


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Monday, 30 October 2017

Welcome to Salem

Happy Halloween everyone!

Behold my brand new poem inspired by many dark and Gothic things but mostly by a series I recently watch on TV called Salem.

Now, those who have read the about me section on this blog will know that, even though I'm not a fan of horror, I am attracted to other to the other-worldly such as ghosts, fairies, parallel worlds and time travel. So it was that whilst on holiday this summer, my niece Hanna, asked me to watch the first few episodes of Salem with her because she knew she'd be too freaked out to watch it alone. And, despite the horror and gore [and be warned, there are bucket loads], we thoroughly enjoyed it and when I got home, I lost no time at all in watching the second series and then the final third.

I don't want to give too much away, so I'll just say that it's based on a very clever twist on true events that took place in the small town of Salem, Massachusetts in 1692. A dark time in American history, more than 200 people were accused of practicing witchcraft and 20 were killed during an unexplained hysteria.  The Salem Witch Trials have since become synonymous with mass hysteria and scapegoating.

Everything about the series was smart and slick and the costumes were stunning. The acting was wonderful, especially by the two main protagonists Janet Montgomery who portrayed Mary Sibley, and Shane West who portrayed John Alden. However, my favourite characters were the complex, tortured Reverend Cotton Mather played by the charismatic Seth Gable and Anne Hale, whose ultimate descent into devil worship was portrayed with bone chilling perfection by Tamzin Merchant.

Finally, one of the best things about this series was that all the characters were based on real people who lived through the trials and this made the whole experience so much more compelling.

If you wish to learn more about the Salem witch trials, these links are a helpful start:
http://historyofmassachusetts.org/the-salem-witch-trials/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salem_witch_trials
https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/a-brief-history-of-the-salem-witch-trials-175162489/

Welcome to Salem!
On All Hallows Eve
Where earth underfoot doth boil and heave
Winter is here damp harvest on the turn
Skin on fire with a brain fever burn

Welcome to Salem!
Church bells are ringing
Screams downed out by the good people singing
By Puritan judgement so final and fell
Souls on the hot burning red road to Hell

Welcome to Salem!
See the witches flying
Souls being taken and the congregation dying
Strange little girls with spindly finger pointed
See demons in the window if with rancid salve anointed

Welcome to Salem!
Alarm bells clanging
Familiars on the prowl and witch drums banging
Alone in the pulpit, Reverend Cotton Mather's preaching
Fighting to be heard above the wailing and the screeching

Welcome to Salem!
Hold hands and run
Back to God and the warmth of the sun
Never look back the way you came
Lest the Devil your soul forever claim


ART WORK PUBLICITY FOR "SALEM"








Monday, 13 February 2017

The Vow

In celebration of romantic love on Valentines Day, here's a new illustrated poem.
I hope you like it <3
 

 
The Vow
North, south, east, west;
You laid this searching heart to rest
 
Winter, autumn, summer, spring;
I make you mine with this gold ring
 
I swear by the might of the land and sea,
I am bound to you as are you to me
 
We two will share a bed this night
And softly sigh as dreams take flight,
 
At dawn we'll turn and face the sun,
With our two hands entwined as one
 
 
 
It's been a while since I did any work like this and will take time to get back into the swing but for now I'm happy enough with this piece.




 
 



 
 
 

Sunday, 8 May 2016

Parisien Parfumerie


I was inspired to write this poem when I stayed at a lovely old house in Brighton called Parisien Parfumerie. One of those beautiful terraced buildings that look tiny from outside but have never-ending exquisite bijoux floors, permanently sea salt frosted sash windows and high Georgian walls.  Modern and stylishly refurbished in a beautiful old Parisian style, it is available to rent here and I highly recommend it.

Some explanatory notes on the poem:

My Lord is Brighton refers to
King George IV - he built the amazing Brighton Pavilion as his own personal pleasure palace and was a notorious womaniser. However, towards the end of his life he became depressed and very overweight and was ridiculed in public sketches produced by local artists of the day. When I visited the Pavilion and was able to wander through the spectacular rooms listening to an audio guide relating his life story, I was lost in the sadness and magnificence of his legacy.

My Lady is Paris refers to Marie Antoinette - I chose her for a few reasons [in addition to needing something relating to Paris]. Many years ago I read an account of her final days, the failed attempts to escape her imprisonment during the French Revolution, the brutal murder of her closest friend at her lowest ebb [her baby son had just recently died], a mockery of a trial on a nightmarish scale and eventual death by guillotine.

However, she was also a complex character, her lifestyle excesses most definitely helped to provoke the popular unrest that lead to the Revolution but, there are many reports of her kindness and gentle nature.

She was also obsessed with perfume and apparently created her own containing Orange Blossom, Jasmine, Iris and Rose [reputedly her favourite scents].

Pier, pebbles, salt and sea
I am Parisien Parfumerie

My beauty dwells not in sight but nose
Orange blossom, jasmine, iris and rose
 
My Lord is Brighton, fierce and proud
Loved by a sad King, lusty and loud

My Lady is Paris, Le Sacre Coeur
Loved by a girl Queen, le parfum des fleurs

Pier, pebbles, salt and sea
Close your eyes and remember me
 

Friday, 29 April 2016

Art in circles

I find a certain harmony that emanates from art placed within a circular shape, and looking at this brief retrospective selection of my work it is something I am clearly drawn to...

Kalli, Bunny and Savage floral collages in gold circle frames [2013]

Floral March bunny collages in gold circle frames [2014]
 
Circles have no beginning or end.
They represent the eternal whole and in every culture are an archetypical form representing the sun, the earth, the moon, the universe, and other celestial objects between.
Circles are used to suggest familiar objects such as wheels, balls, many kinds of fruit.
They suggested well-roundedness and completeness.

"Bees" collection glass and metal double sided pendant [2014]
"Bees" collection metal and glass double sided pendants [2014]
"Bees" collection Melissa gift boxes [2014]
Circles have free movement.
They can roll.
Shading and lines can enhance this sense of movement in circles.
Circles are graceful and their curves are seen as feminine.
They are warm, comforting and give a sense of sensuality and love.
Their movement suggests energy and power. Their completeness suggests the infinite, unity, and harmony.

Magical talisman [July 2012]

Kalli and March bunny collages in gilt fames [2012]
 
Troedyrhiw Christmas angel in her home tin [2015]
 
Scull motif decorated vintage specimen box photographed against matching background
 
Circles protect, they endure, they restrict.
They confine what’s within and keep things out.
They offer safety and connection.
Circles suggests community, integrity, and perfection.
Because they are less common in design they work well to attract attention, provide emphasis, and set things apart.

Floral scull hanging circle postcards

Madonna of the roses hanging postcard [2013]

Affirmation hanging postcard [2013]

Decorated tins [2015]

"Nature's Almanac" decorated tin lid [2015]

"Savage" brooch [2013]

"Scull" brooch [2013]

"Dolly" brooch [2013]

"Alice" collage as mobile upload [2014 no filter]
"Alice" collage as mobile upload [2014 vintage filter]
"Alice" collage as mobile upload [2014 ghost filter]

How I wish that the beautifully composed circle definitions in this post were written by me, but they were in fact taken from this website: http://vanseodesign.com/web-design/visual-grammar-shapes/

Celebration art work

"Seventy"
[Mayfifth1935 Designs collage March 2015]

 "Jude's Fifty Roses"
[Mayfifth1935 Designs collage February 2014]
 
"Power of Three"
[framed collage for Jude 2013]

 
Heidi's Heart
[Mayfifth1935 Designs collage October 2011]
  
Hanna's 20th [framed collage May 2011]

New baby [framed collage April 2011]
 

 
 

Wednesday, 20 April 2016

Because I care... [bespoke greetings and gifts]

Like all crafters, I love making things for people, so here are a few examples of cards and gifts I've created for friends and family over the years.
 
 

 
Framed collage to celebrate the birth of a daughter for my friend Sarah.

For her first birthday, I decorated this vintage specimen box.
It is really fragile and has a glass lid!

A tree decoration to celebrate her first Christmas
 
A framed collage and card for my beautiful niece Hanna's 20th birthday.
The three Cicely Mary Barker flower fairies represent me and my two sisters, while the birds represent Hanna and her sister, Lily
  
And a  keepsake for her 21st
 
House warming talisman

 
Bunny card, talisman keepsake and brooch for Louise!
 
A collective card for a colleague's 60th
I represented my fellow Library staff by the animals they love