Showing posts with label mermaids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mermaids. Show all posts

Friday, December 11, 2015

The Four Seasons: Prints by Caviglia - KICKSTARTER




Hello, lovelies! I know it's been a long, long while and I apologize for my long absence. I do however, have some important news. I have launched a Kickstarter campaign which will serve to facilitate me getting my art to you.

I am thrilled to say that the campaign was funded in the first 24 hours - BUT, do not let that dissuade you. There is still much art to be had!

I'm offering illustrated prints depicting the four seasons of the year: Robot Winter, Halloween Inheritance, Summer Drowning and Binary.



"Robot Winter" is set in an imaginary snow covered 18th century garden. With a fawn, butterflies, and of course, a Robot.


"Halloween Inheritance" is inspired by classic haunted house movies. I'm sure we can all hear Vincent Price's voice speaking mellifluously from beyond the frame.


I draw a lot of octopuses and other cephalopods. In "Summer Drowning", I would like to make it clear that the giant tentacled monster is, in fact a part of the rescue effort, NOT a part of the drowning.


My final season is the one I like to call "Binary". I've long been fascinated by Ada Lovelace, writer and mathematician, although she referred to herself as "an Analyst (and Metaphysician)", and was one of the first visionaries who saw the path to what we now refer to as a "computer".

I'm having all four designs turned into museum quality giclee prints by the fabulous Skink Ink in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. My files are proofed and in their capable hands as I type. All that needs to be done is for you to pledge, and for me to send them off to you.

So these, my friends, are my four seasons. I'm so thrilled to have had the opportunity to work on a larger, even more detailed pieces in the future! I hope you enjoy looking at them and inviting them into your homes as well. Thank you!

Please click through here to go to my Kickstarter page!

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Everyone Should Have a Zombie Mermaid In Their Drawing Arsenal


Here is mine. And she is up and available to be voted upon at Threadless. Each month, they print a number of submissions (some of which are really, really lovely) on T shirts, and pay their artists a really good wage, something which should be supported and commended. There are so many so-called contests out there right now in which the prize is "You get to work for us for free!" that those who have a figured out a business model in which the prize is both work and appropriate payment, should be both commended and supported. Yay, paying people!
Actual money!

I plan on submitting a couple a month going forward, so please (if you wish) bookmark my Threadless profile to keep apprised of what I have posted.

Thanks everyone!

Monday, April 16, 2012

I Have Mermaids Swimming Around On Threadless

I have a design up on Threadless, available to be scored. As my ability to draw and paint surpasses my graphic design abilities by about a million, I'm a little worried it won't fare very well. It looks like this (but without the background and, like, on a T shirt):
 
So, kind people. Please vote, and vote high. Double Mermaid - Threadless T-shirts, Nude No More

Monday, July 18, 2011

It's not like I haven't missed you or anything...

Dear Faithful Readers -

Firstly, I would like to apologize for my unscheduled but long mulled-over absence. The short explanation is that blogging became all-together Too Much. To post as much as seemed necessary to keep this blog viable, mostly prevented me from doing other things, most importantly, of course, the drawing of pictures.

The longer explanation is more difficult. For a while I assumed if I wrote diligently and well and consistently, my readership would increase as a matter of course, and possibly there would be someone somewhere who might consider paying me money for my labors. Unfortunately, neither of these things really came to pass and showed no signs of doing so any time in the future. I've thought a great deal about why this might be, and I assume it's mostly because my interests tend to be both obscure and diffuse. But I'm not precisely scholarly as I have very little formal education by modern standards. So, I think I might fall through some kind of crack in the blogosphere. I don't know, and at this point the question is pretty much moot.

It just became too heartbreaking to continue putting so much effort into something that gave so little in return. Not that I don't appreciate those of you who read consistently, and commented and posed hard questions, it's just that it became, as I wrote above, Too Much. I'm not a trust fund kid and I hate working for free. It became achingly clear that this wasn't leading anywhere, and I've never been interested in being any kind of hobbyist, so I just... stopped.

Life's a funny thing, isn't it? I've always been a little stupid about figuring out what I should be doing with myself. The most confusing thing being that although I write well, I'm in no way a writer. I'm a picture person. I've only ever bothered to write plays so that I might direct them. Writing something and not directing it holds exactly zero interest for me. Similarly, the thought of writing something that has no pictures attached makes no sense to me. I think everything should be illustrated. I'm with Alice, a book with no pictures or conversations is likely not for me. So, yeah. I've never worked or thought very quickly, so it's taken me a while to figure all this out. I draw pictures and tell stories, I've always known that. I'm not any kind of critic though I'm full of crackpot ideas, I don't know that they're organized enough to be called "criticism". I draw pictures and tell stories.

So, that's what I'm doing. About a week after I stopped working on this infernal blog and started posting pictures elsewhere, I got a commission of sorts. It all feels so much easier. I mean, I'm not a writer at all really, this is something I know top to bottom: I am not a writer. I draw pictures and make pictures. I like narrative. The writing part is entirely incidental.

This space will still be here, and I may write or post something now and again, but any sort of regular blogging is pretty much done.

My God, what a liberating thing to write. And again, I must emphasize: Thank you! Thank you all for reading these past couple of years.

Thank you, thank you, with all my heart.

Onward!

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Incipient Mermaidhood

The mermaids just won't stop!

This is nowhere near finished, I'll post it when it is. I'm snatching time to paint when I can amidst a ridiculously busy June. The first drawing is from life.




Saturday, June 18, 2011

Sarah Porter: Lost Voices

I've been reading a great deal of young adult fantasy recently, as it's the kind of work I enjoyed when I was a girl, and I've been curious to see what's out there. Overall, I've found my reading enjoyable, but nothing has really captured my imagination or really rented out space in my consciousness. With the exception of Carrie Ryan's intelligently and beautifully written zombie novels, I've been left a little cold. Don't get me wrong - I did love The Hunger Game books, but I began to feel a little emotionally beaten up by them, and I know if I had read them when I was, say, twelve, they might have been too much. But perhaps I'm projecting. I think I might be more sensitive now, than when I was actually in middle school.

Which brings me to Sarah Porter's Lost Voices. As always, my disclaimer: Sarah is a friend. But the rave you are about to read is genuine.

In this first book of what I happily understand is a trilogy, she tells the story of a girl named Luce who lives in a coastal fishing community in Alaska. Her parents are dead, her mother died years before and her father was lost at sea. After a peripatetic life with her beloved vagabond father, she lives with a drunken, brutal uncle and life is grim indeed. After a possible death (or something like it), Luce finds herself in the sea, a mermaid, along with a tribe of other young girls, all of whom have had ugly lives and even uglier deaths. They do what mermaids traditionally have always done: they sing, and they lure ships to their doom. Luce finds a place for herself with her fellow mermaids, whose queen Catarina becomes her friend, mentor and, subsequently, inadvertent rival.

There were so many things in this book that really hit me at a deep level, and I'll likely go into some of them in embarrassing detail in this post. Here's the thing: Sarah is a poet. She just is. Her prose is evocative and gorgeous, and emotionally this story just cut me to the bone. I think she pretty much did everything right. Luce felt very much like a real girl to me. In so many books for young people, the protagonist is portrayed as "loner" or an "outsider", as this is the way so many young people feel even if this wasn't so much the case. It's a little bit of a pet peeve of mine that fictional characters recover from outsiderhood with such apparent ease, their former loneliness not leaving any scars or behavior patterns. They change circumstance, suddenly find friends and they actually, like, know how. Luce is so much more herself than many fictional characters.

In school, Luce is quiet and finds herself nearly paralyzed with social awkwardness. Upon becoming a mermaid this doesn't precisely change. She is thrilled to find herself accepted and embraced by a tribe of other girls. She also finds she has a particular talent for singing: the beautiful, alluring and deeply treacherous voice of the siren. But Luce isn't particularly used to playing with others - she's a good person, just used to being alone, which as I've so often learned to my chagrin, is much, much simpler. But that's not the way the world works: there are so many complicated social nuances, and among the teenage, social rules are strict and harsh - and these mermaids are perpetually teenaged, a horror movie concept if I've ever heard one.

There are so many interesting facets to this story, and Sarah has them all covered. So many of them have to do with the very nature of both mermaidhood and femaleness and the places in which these things overlap. Essentially, mermaids are killers, mass murderers. This is monstrous and horrifying from a human point of view, but mermaids are out of the world, it doesn't mean the same thing to them. But, still. And this forms a large part of Luce's impossible dilemma. She also asks, "Why only girls?". There's also the question of outsiderhood, and damage which lies at the heart of the story. When the terrifying mermaid Anais joins the tribe, Luce's fragile place within her new family is snatched from her. Anais is an amazing creation. She might be the most realistic mean girl I've ever encountered in fiction. Just reading about her sent bolts of anxiety through me in a very deep place I didn't think even existed within me anymore.

There's a very long history of monstrous females in myth and fairy tales. Baba Yaga, Lamia, Medusa, all the wicked mothers and witches and scheming servant girls in stories like The Juniper Tree and The Goose Girl, and, of course, the sirens themselves. And there's Anderson's The Little Mermaid, a story that as a child I found so sad it was almost unbearable. This book knows all of this, and is informed and enriched by these universal tales that form so much of who we are as a people. All these strange and sometimes evil and outsider women beginning with Eve. Luce is essentially a gentle soul who is thrust into the role of siren which is heady and confusing and upsetting and, all things considered, maybe not all it's been cracked up to be.

Sarah Porter also blogs at YA Outside the Lines, and a while ago she posted a great piece about dark subject matter in young adult fiction in which she writes:
Why would I feel the need to protect kids from an awareness of that human darkness with which they are perfectly familiar already, which haunts their imaginations and in some cases their lives?

Instead I felt responsible to be as honest as I could about the ways of getting through the darkness. Young teens are often in the process of confronting the worst aspects of humanity, and of struggling to come to terms with what it means to be a part of a species that perpetrates cruelty so routinely. Only by regarding that horror directly can they begin to withstand it.
I think she answers a certain kind of critic very well. I've started to write a bit about how I've gotten tired of dystopia, but maybe what I'm tired of is how manipulated into feeling awful I am by cheap narrative tricks. I'm totally okay with the darkness, but I want it to be earned. Lost Voices isn't a dystopian novel, but it is very dark, but it feels achingly and wonderfully real, I swear I could taste the salt water as I read.

Lost Voices's official release date is July 4th. BREAKING: Lost Voices is apparently available NOW.

Her lovely website is Sarah's Watery Den.

Below, the preview video created by her publishers (fancy!)


Mermaids of New York

Mermaids of New York is a new short film making the rounds which features the legendary and lovely Bambi the Mermaid, Dame Darcy (who will have an entire post devoted all to her, soon!) and other glitterey, finned cohorts. See a clip, below, featuring Bambi:



Dame Darcy sings a sea chanty, of which she has an entire album, which you can purchase here:



As an added bonus, Dame Darcy's lovely illustration, "Dolls plunder and pillage the ship. Then drown the pretty sailor lad." From her book Dollerium which can be purchased (totally worth it) here.

The Coney Island Mermaid Parade

Today is the day!

Out on the fair shores of Coney Island, along Surf Avenue and down the boardwalk is the yearly Mermaid Parade. As always brought to you by the lovely folk at Coney Island USA.

The yearly Mermaid Parade is pretty much alone in combining both family fun and toplessness (though, as my inamorato pointed out, there's also breastfeeding). It signifies and celebrates the official opening of the beach.

My first time out there it was a small, local affair. Now, it's grown to fairly gargantuan proportions and I think the best way of enjoying is is by participating. So, fair citizens, sew on some gils and attach those pasties firmly and enjoy next year's brouhaha, if it is too late to enjoy this one's. Did I mention that something like half a million people are projected to show up?

Of particular interest this year is one of the judges. You can see him below, pith helmet firmly on head, glasses at the ready.


Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Incipient Mermaid-hood

The above is a very quickly painted portrait that is definitely headed in a mermaid sort of direction. My watercolor skills are primitive, to say the least, so I need to just paint all the freaking time. Right? I have just so many ideas in terms of larger projects I have brewing and I can't wait until I am able to unleash them

Soon, I'll be writing about my newest obsession, Rebecca West and her extraordinary novel The Fountain Overflows. Which, honestly, you all should read.

Really. I've been rereading it for my post and what I previously thought of as one of my favorite novels has lept in my estimation into being possibly one of the greatest novels ever written. More on that later.though.

For now I need to find time to paint.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Advanced Style: Mermaid Edition


I used to take a look at the Advanced Style blog nearly every day, but hadn't checked it out in a while, so I was glad of the Bust Magazine reminder. The blog is pretty much my dream of little old lady-hood. All these achingly glamorous older ladies in their chic or whimsical or creative or just plain old stylish ensembles (there is the occasional dapper gent, too).

Looking at Advanced style one realizes how boringly homogenized the world has begun to look. We all stare at the television and movies and magazines and advertisements and nearly everyone looks more or less the same. There's a base level of boring attractiveness in even comedic, non-romantic actors. And most people are so young, and with the scourge of plastic surgery sweeping the first world, the homogenizing process is complete.

Below, watch a delightful interview with 91 year old Ilona Royce Smithkin as she shows off her charming mermaid drawings. And - check out those eyelashes!


Thursday, December 23, 2010

La Vie Parisienne

Recently, a friend with a vested interest in mermaids posted a couple of truly lovely illustrations on facebook (via the always wonderful Coilhouse), both from a French magazine, La Vie Parisienne, of which I had never heard.

I did a little digging and found that La Vie Parisienne, founded in 1863, but achieving its greatest popularity in the early years of the 20th century, was a high class rag, featuring art and humor and literature, but was best known for its charming illustrations of scantily clad pretty girls. It was all very tasteful (more Esquire than Playboy or Police Gazette) and none of the pictures I've seen would raise much of a modern eyebrow. However, during the war years, that old prude General Pershing warned his troops against its corrupting influence. History has neglected to note if there was a subsequent spike in sales.

What is of most interest to me are the illustrators. I'm pretty familiar with most of the great American and British illustrators of the fin de siècle, but not the European ones who remained in Europe (a few, such as Raphael Kirchner, wound up in New York working for Flo Ziegfield). But others, such as Chéri Hérouard and Georges Léonnec (who painted the lovely blue-haired mermaid above) are new to me - though, after performing a couple of image searches, I've realized I've seen their work without knowing who was responsible for creating it. I've been looking at pages and pages of illustrations from La Vie Parisienne for a few days now, and they are just gorgeous. Sexy and full of charm, not at all vulgar. I'm a little obsessed with old fashioned ink and watercolor technique - it all looks so perfect and seamless! I love fine art, but for good or ill, illustration is where I live. Below find some lovely examples from the glory years of La Vie Parisienne.

Chéri Hérouard, 1921

another Chéri Hérouard

Georges Léonnec, 1916


Monday, August 9, 2010

Self Serving Self Promotion With the Reward of Pretty Pictures and a Sad Tale of Genius

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And, as so often here, a propos of absolutely nothing, a stunning Kay Nielsen illustration. He was a stone cold genius and my favorite, favorite illustrator. In addition to his gorgeous book illustrations, he also designed much of the "Ave Maria" and "Night on Bald Mountain" sequences in Fantasia. Disney fired him in 1940, when Fantasia tanked.



He also did some legendary, classic illustrations for a 1914 edition of East of the Sun, West of the Moon - an edition of Nordic fairy tales, the titular one being the inspiration for Antarctica. I've been saying for years, now, that if I ever strike it rich, this is the one thing I will certainly buy.



I've always found his story to be thoroughly heartbreaking. His main crime, from what I can make out, was working too slowly and being a perfectionist. Sigh. I've always related as one could argue that those are my artistic crimes as well. The other major contribution to his downfall was simple obsolescence. His specialty was designing and illustrating opulent gift books which were pretty much completely out of fashion by the mid-1920s (side note: if you ever wondered why so many cartoons from the 1930s had such exquisitely painted watercolor backgrounds, this is why. Crowds of unemployed and very skilled illustrators willing to work cheap). Disney gave him a posthumous design credit on The Little Mermaid as he did the earliest artwork for the project around 1940. He died in poverty in 1957, living at the end mostly on handouts from admirers.