Showing posts with label Remedios Varo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Remedios Varo. Show all posts

29.3.12

Fairytale Freaks; Nicoletta Ceccoli.

Contrary Mary.

Crows.

Girl in the Tower.

Fisheye.

It seems appropriate, since I'm at home in Italy, to create a post on an Italian artist. Yesterday my sister received a birthday card featuring the final beautiful image from above. Nicoletta Ceccoli has been drifting on and off my radar for a number of weeks; her sweet but surreal images catch onto your subconscious.

Her work reminds me a little of Mark Ryden, also a proponent of pale young girls. However, I feel Ceccoli's creations are somehow more refined than Ryden's. There's a certain delicateness to her drawings that may come from her profession as an illustrator of children's books. But I think there's also something very powerful about her odd little ladies, in spite of their incarceration or impediments; in fact, Girl in the Tower immediately brought to mind one of my favourite paintings by Remedios Varo. There is a fairytale-like dreaminess and softness to these works, but also a slight uneasiness.

See more of Ceccoli's enchanting and eerie works in her online portfolio, where the above images were taken from.

19.4.11

Embroidering the Mantle of the World.

Bordando el Manto Terrestre, Remedios Varo, 1961.

I can't stop gazing at this painting; I adore it, and not just because it features in one of my favourite passages from one of my favourite novels (Thomas Pynchon's The Crying of Lot 49). I just find it so beautifully intricate and full of questions.

Are the golden-haired women captive, or volunteers? Is the side of the tower actually open to the elements, or are we simply omniscient voyeurs? What is the male figure mixing in his smokey vial? Are they crafting the world they want and are too afraid to seek beyond their windows? Or one that is being dictated to them?

On an entirely different note, I can't stop listening to the new Foo Fighters album.
You used to say I couldn't save you enough,
So I've been saving it up, I started saving it up.
And when you said I couldn't give you enough,
I started giving you up, I started giving you up.