Dragon sketch in progress... hopefully paint him tomorrow. :)
One of the old, wise ones...
MANIFESTO
THE GROUP WILL STRETCH SPECTRAL FINGERS INTO THE WRITER’S CONSCIOUSNESS AND POSSESS HER.
THE GROUP WILL MATERIALISE AS OCCASIONAL PHANTASMS.
THE GROUP SHALL SLIP IN AND OUT OF CONSCIOUSNESS.
MEMBERS OF THE GROUP SHALL TEETER AT THE EDGE OF THINGS.
WE WILL EMBRACE THE GHOSTLY AND LIMINAL.
THE GROUP SHALL BE LIKE EELS IN MURKY PONDS: SYMBOLS IN THE WRITER’S DREAMS.
INDIVIDUAL MEMBERS OF THE GROUP SHOULD BE AWARE OF THEMSELVES AS RESIDUAL FORMS CONTAINING UNSPENT PSYCHIC FORCE.
WE WILL INVESTIGATE THE WORLD WITH MAGIC PERSEVERENCE.
WE WILL ENCOURAGE THE WRITER TO EMBRACE THE SENTIMENTS OF HER GOTHIC AND SYMBOLIST FOREBEARS.
WE WILL DRIFT IN THE TIDEWINDS.
THE GROUP WILL RESPOND TO OTHER ARTISTS WHOSE WORK CONTAINS LIMINALITY AND THREAT, MENACE OR OTHERWORLDLINESS.
My friend and fabulous authoress Debbie Gallagher said about this painting, ' Wild and a little bit Wicked is she...' and I agree wholeheartedly. Crow, Fox and Foliage are her magic. Life and decay... the natural cycles without remorse or regret - revelry and extremes, a wicked glint in her eye, a cold January breeze, and a sense of wonder at her splendour; the huntress, the diva. Good or bad?
She sighs heavily, ' you humans and your need to categorize everything...'good and bad.' In your world those words are subjective; people do evil in the name of 'good' and feel guilt for what other people tell them is 'bad'.
I am a wild thing, wild and free. I am unconstrained. Life blood sap rising and quietening. I do what I like and I like what I do – mostly anyhow, she smiles...fresh dew laughter.
What's so terribly bad about a little wickedness anyway?