Painting in Progress (Black Beach continued)

The sand and shell mixed with gel medium makes a nice, beachy texture. I have painted it black, allowing some mother-of-pearl bits to shine through.

I placed some of the molded coins on the "beach" and gilded and painted them. You can see the mother-of-pearl bits more closely.

Painted the molded shell in natural color...

...as well as the seahorse.

Painting in Progress (continued)

I've laid in the sand and broken shell mix. After it dries I will paint it black and allow some details to show through.

Getting up into the contours of the body, as if she has washed up onto the shore...

Here are different types of aggregate that I am using. Haven't used the larger broken shell yet. I will glue that down later, or may forego it completely. I also have some broken paua shell I can scatter through the black paint.

I am adding some of the details in gel medium such as the mold of this tiny seahorse which my son found on an actual beach some years ago.

A Painting in Progress

I don't normally show pictures of paintings in progress, mostly because I get too busy to take photos. But I thought you might find this interesting.

This is the full sized painting with background laid out and painted in. I made a sort of "print" of the nude body of my friend on silky fabric. It looks like a female Shroud of Turin. I glued down the fabric to the 48 x 72" canvas (1.22 x 1.82 for my international friends), along with a lacy skull from an old t-shirt turned inside out to see only the outline of the skull, then began to paint in the details.

The more detailed face with the skull stitchery showing through the paint...

The canvas is now laid out on a table where I will glue on sand and broken shell pieces. I will also glue down gel medium molds of certain nautical objects - the flotsam and jetsam of a shipwreck or a beach after a storm.

A sextant, the mold taken from a sextant, and the result in dried gel medium.

A piece of coiled rope ready to glue onto the painting.

More later...

A Wing And A Prayer

A woman embraces her child tightly and protectively against a stormy sea and sky as an immense wave towers over them. The expressions of the two figures are both anxious and excited. Within the wave, along with flotsam and jetsam is ample treasure and navigational instruments.

Could it be that one may find one’s way beautifully even in the face of that which is threatening and possibly destructive?

In 1889 Camille Claudel shared her admiration for Japanese printmaker Hokusai with her friend, composer Claude Debussy. In response to Hokusai’s print, “The Wave”, Claudel sculpted The Wave using mixed the materials of pale green onyx, marble and bronze. Debussy, also impressed by Hokusai, wrote his famous “La Mer”.

Like Claudel's sculpture, my Wave also uses mixed media, in this case acrylic paint on paper, with the addition of macaw feathers, pearls, glass beads, paua shell fragments and mica. In the end the Wave resembles a huge bird’s wing that also contains the word “Hope” at its base.

About 40.5 X 48 cm. (16 X 19”)

John's Story

Given today's news about the Italian shipwreck, I thought it might be an appropriate time to tell the tale of my great-grandfather's 1878 shipwreck on a tiny remote island in the Philippines, Maragat Island. Today this island is for sale with an eye to developing a pleasant resort, but the news reminds us that not so long ago one ran a certain risk in reaching remote, lonely and beautiful parts of the world by sea.

I imagined this tale after receiving the historical notes from the maritime museum in Liverpool. It is one possible scenario. Another possibility is a coal fire in the hold from the rocking of the ship, or simply running aground as has happened off the Italian coast. Unless I pursue this in more detail we may never know. Seafaring has always been hazardous.
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His name was John. He must have been a strong young man. Handsome. Vigorous. At 22 he was already an Able Seaman, having been on ships from around 12 or 13. He knew the sails. The rigging. He knew how the canvas swelled in fair winds and in foul.

He hailed from a city where ships’ bells could be heard through the rainy mist at night, and where ships’ masts towered above the shops that lined the streets near the docks, rocking slightly back and forth at their moorings.

He was out of all that now. The sea and sky before him was blue. The coastline bright white. John could see palms swaying now in the warm breeze along those beaches. He had been on this ship, with her lofty name and loftier yardarms, since December of the year before, his Master trading for coal at ports throughout the warm seas – Calcutta, New South Wales and so many exotic places . The wet chill of his home town worked its way into a man’s bones, into his very hammock. But all that was behind him now. Here he could work his muscles, shirtless, his arms bronzed by the sun. It was June now, and downright hot. Except for the steady breeze. The ship had been built on the Clyde, in Scotland, by the famous Robert Steele, and her sisters had won races. She was fast, lithe, and lovely. As pretty as she was, though, the “Lord of the Isles” was not afraid of hard work.

Their heading now was for the Philippines. Manila. John had seen the charts. Seen the San Bernardino Strait, through which they would begin their approach to the capital city. It was known for its fast currents, its sudden gales and the narrowness of its rocky walls. But he had full confidence in his Master. And he had seen gales before.

Here was the volcano, as he had seen from the maps. He’d seen volcanos, live and dead and those merely sleeping. This was a perfectly conical volcano – Bulusan Volcano – alive and breathing, and it puffed gently on the horizon, growing larger as they rocked their way toward the mouth of the Strait.

They reached the Strait at night and something had changed. The seas had grown blacker and seemingly bottomless, hungry, and skies roiled with clouds.

Typhoon! It was the season. Or perhaps only a bad gale. In any case, he was too busy to think about what the monster was. He heard only the orders snapped out by his Master, as he reached for the yards of heavy, wet canvas. One hand for the ship! One for yourself! He didn’t look down, didn’t think about the empty chasm between his body and the deck of the ship, now so awash with the waves that it was impossible to tell it from the sea itself. He worked. Worked the lines. The sails. Did what he was told. He was nothing more than an extension of his Master’s will.

Then it came. The grinding, sickening sound of heavy oak against the sand and shells. The deadly end of movement. The sails were down but the waves pounded unceasingly against the body of the ship – move! move! But no movement was possible.

The waves beat against her sides, broke her body at the waterline. Finally her belly broke open and she began spilling her load of coal into the waves. All hands below, they desperately fought against the water rushing in, the cargo spilling out.

The ghostly white sliver of the beach was before the men who lowered the lifeboats and somehow made their way to shore. Exhausted.

Morning revealed a battered hulk listing in the sands the cruel waves more quiet now. It was a sorry sight. Her timbers were broken. It was like the death of a lover.

They were on a deserted beach. The palms rustled overhead, the skies were still taupe with storm. But it was over and now there was work to be done. To save themselves. To save the cargo – whatever could be saved.

The men set about removing the coal and other valuables, lifeboat by lifeboat, hand over hand. Then they noticed a small brown man standing on the beach, looking at them. He was a fisherman. A native of the mainland, come to the island for the good fishing in those waters. He had a peculiar type of boat. A dugout canoe with a gracefully arching outrigger. A banca boat.

Hands again, this time speaking, communicating. But the man didn’t need too much of an explanation. It was clear what the men needed. The Master sent two of his most trusted men – his first mate and a companion, along with the fisherman. They would make their way along the coast to Manila, find the British offices, send telegrams to Hong Kong, get help.

The men settled in for the wait. They made shelters for themselves. They stretched out in the sun, ate fish and coconuts and the ship’s stores. A few natives came to see them, bring them provisions. One day a young girl accompanied her father. Her hands, her eyes were lively, so dark and smooth. She gazed at the sailors curiously, not coming close, not smiling. Only carefully setting fruits and yams out of the banca.

Then one day, John saw a puff of steam on the horizon. At first he thought it was the volcano, but it moved steadily across the horizon and then it became a steamship, chugging toward them.

He made his way back to his home. It took a long time and he worked again. But he was used to work. He told his tale in pubs and to family members. He received extra pay from the owners of the ship, Williamson and Milligan, because he was good and his Master had given him special marks.

John married. His new wife was a dark eyed, dark-haired beauty, like the woman on the island.

But she smiled at him.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

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Dear Erica,

Thanks for your e mail.

This has proved quite a challenge, as there are several ships with this name, two of which were trading in the same part of the world.

Ship's No. 51051

Name of Vessel : Lord of the Isles

Master: J F Piper

Year Built: 1864

Built, By & Where: Steele & Co. Greenock.

Length. 175.5

Brdth. 28.7

Dpth. 18.0

In 1877 she was trading between Calcutta, India and New South Wales, Australia and Manilla. Returning to London in October and leaving for Wellington in mid December. Arriving in New Zealand in the Spring of 1878.Through the Summer she traded in this area. On 15th July, a telegram arrived in Liverpool at 2.35pm stating that the Lord of the Isles was a total loss at the South end of the island of Luzon:captain and crew saved.(Left Newcastle,N.S.W.., 20th May for Manilla.)
On the same date as this report it was reported from Hong Kong that she was "totally lost on the island of San Andres, Samar; crew saved. " These two reports appeared in the Lloyd's List 16th July 1878.
In the August 27th edition a report appears from Manilla:12th July. - On the morning of 1 sty July the Lord of the Isles(ship) from Newcastle, N.S.W. to this port, drifted ashore on the northern coast of the island of San Andres, one of the Naranjo group, to the west of the island of Samar. The mate and one of the crew arrived here yesterday in a coasting vessel and a steamer was despatched to the scene of the wreck, where the master and the rest of the crew had remained to save what they could. the last report of this incident appears in the 4th November 1878: Manila, 18th Sept.The Lady of the Isle (ship) from Newcastle, N.S.W., to this port has been floated and sufficiently repaired to enable her to be towed up here, where she arrived on the 7th Sept. bringing 700tons coal more than half her original cargo.

Williamson & Milligan, Liverpool.
1879 sold to J.A.Smith, Liverpool.
1880 Converted to Barque rigging. Liverpool Registration amended.
1882 re-sold to W.P. Coleborn & Co. Liverpool.
1890 Re-sold to A. Liebaut & Co., Nantes, France Code K.N.P.M. re-named PAUL ALBERT .
1898 re-sold to Madam A. Mace, Marseilles, France.

1905 broken up at Havre, France.

I am unable to trace any images of this vessel.

Regards

Graham

Graham Hodson
Assistant Curator
NML
Tel: 0151 478 4424
Fax: 0151 478 4527

www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk

God's Crazy Logic

His left Eye exploded open, scattering galaxies and light across time and space. His closed Eye gave birth to Angels, which broke away from the void behind His brow and fell, tumbling beautifully and slowly forever. At His lips breathed two small, warm creatures. As life flowered between them, they began to ask how to navigate.

Acrylic on paper and cotton with polymer clay, stone and glass beads, 4 of Hearts playing card and 23K gold leaf. Approximately 26.6 X 34.2 cm (10.5 X 13.5”)

Me Near The Sea

Sweet Madonna

A sweet and sticky Madonna and Child done in gratitude for a friend's homemade jams and her sense of generosity in giving them away at the Salons. The halos were made from the flowered cloth jam jar lid covers and the painting framed and presented as a gift. The jams were much appreciated by everyone. Tomato and pepper jam, mmm - who would have thought?

Acrylic on paper, silk, cotton and linen with glass and shell beads, gold mica and 23K gold leaf. 25.4 X 33 cm. (10 X 13 ")

Seaman

The Seaman charts his passage across the world, while tiny fishes swim toward a compass floating in a rainbow-colored sea.

Acrylic on Arches paper, world map and silk with glass and ceramic beads, scrimshaw ladies, mica and 23K gold leaf. 35.5 X 55.8 cm. (14 X 22 ")

Land Ho!

She's a land ho, accepting any roving explorer or seaman who comes her way.

Acrylic on paper, silk and linen, with glass and ceramic beads and 23 K gold leaf. 19 X 33 cm. (7.5 X 13")

Mysterious Paper Sculptures

These have been left in literary spots all over Edinburgh. They are exquisite!

http://community.thisiscentralstation.com/_Mysterious-paper-sculptures/blog/4991767/126249.html

Merlin's First Sword Fight!

I Saw Three Ships (complete)

Here is the second Angel who carries Two Ships. Now I really can see Three Ships. I can also see a nice pair of Angels for the holidays.

The Pair, picking out Ships...


Acrylic on canvas, cotton and linen, silk, with glass beads and 23K gold leaf. 9 X 12" each (22.8 X 30.4 cm.)

"I Saw Three Ships..."

... but painted only one. A brand new Angel with a Ship, a small (9 X 12") painting (22.8 X 30.4 cm. for my European friends) acrylic on canvas, linen/cotton and silk fabric with tiny glass beads and plenty of 22K gold leaf. To be raffled off to benefit the Detroit Women's Council Navy League of the United States on Thursday, December 8 at the Holiday Dinner.

Going Round And Round And Getting Nowhere

Some relationships are like that.
Acrylic on Arches paper and cotton fabric with glass bead, buttons, mica and 22K gold leaf. 27 X 38 cm (11 X 15")

Down Here On Earth

Acrylic on Arches Cover, cotton and polyester with carved mother-of-pearl and 22K gold leaf.

The Captain

Acrylic paint on Arches Cover, cotton and polyester with tiger's eye, glass beads and Navy button.

The Hunters In The Wallpaper

Shades of cave paintings...

Acrylic on Arches Cover and cotton Toile de Jouy upholstery fabric with bone and glass beads.

Off The Top Of My Head

The holidays are coming and I want a small stock of easily produced and sold works. It's the perfect opportunity to use the stash of fabric scraps I bought from Arts and Scraps on Harper in Detroit and make one or two paintings a day for a while.

"A House Divided"

"The Wheel of the Earth Turns To The Sun"

"Eye Eye, Captain!"

"The Fates"

"Byzantium"

"The Mermaid"

"Two Women"

"Prey" (The tank rumbling across the horizon doesn't show very well in this photo, but it's there.)


All paintings on Arches paper in acrylic, fabric and beads.

Jester

“The artist is still a little like the old court jester. He's supposed to speak his vicious paradoxes with some sense in them, but he isn't part of whatever the fabric is that makes a nation.”

-William Faulkner

Wild Thing...

... you make my heart sing.

First Time on Ebay

I have decided to try a few pieces on Ebay. I may eventually sign up for Etsy as well but for now you can take a peek at my wares here...

http://www.ebay.com/sch/erica_erotica/m.html?_nkw=&_armrs=1&_from=&_ipg=25&_trksid=p3686

The Aurochs Jumped Over The Moon

I've had this cow's skull for years and never did anything with it. Rediscovered it when cleaning out the garage and finally made something of it. I was inspired by Herzog's "Cave of Forgotten Dreams" and pictures from Lascaux. My aurochs (a very fierce ancestor of the domestic cow) is jumping over a Horned Moon. We should remember our wilder selves.

Acrylic on cow skull. After I varnish it, I may add a tiny rhinestone close to the Moon. It will be a star or planet, as one may see in the sky, and it will also be a little bit "cowboy".