Freaky Dream

I had a freaky dream last night, that I went to Alaska with the cast of Hollyoaks (if you're unaware who they are, well they're these gurning muppets...)




We were staying in a shack, which was pretty unpleasant anyway, but for reason unremembered I had to go to the doctors. So the majority of the dream was me sitting in an Alaskan doctors waiting room (for 2 hours) with assorted Hollyoaks members coming and going out of curiosity, but mainly to play with the communal toys. To pass time I went on the internet (there was a communal laptop too, for some reason) and checked this blog. Wherein I discovered that each of my posts had 60 to 80-odd comments. At first I was excited... until it gradually dawned on me that I was the unwitting target of a 4chan web-attack. All the comments were variations of "Slut", "Talentless slut", "Get a life you talentless slut", "Get a life you retarded talentless slut-whore", "Don't bother getting a life, just kill yourself, you retarded talentless slut-whore!".

My sub-conscious mind hates me. Luckily my conscious mind thinks my sub-conscious mind is an ass.

Here's a picture of sleeping girl. RELEVANCE, I GOTS IT!

Adventures With Resin

The stuff required for me to make my jewellery finally arrived last week... after customs had finished playing silly-buggers with it. So I set about cutting up tiny pictures to fit tiny frames, smearing them with vaseline (stops the ink from running, donchaknow) and sealing them with 'crystal' resin. Then I panicked about air bubbles and poked at them with a needle, then watched some TV, then panicked again, a bit more needle pokery, TV break, panic fit, needle poke, TV, panic, poke.... I think I might have inhaled too much resin fume because I ended up with a horrible headache. I may have also gone a bit mental from prolonged bubble-popping... Anyway, I then smeared my head with vaseline to keep my soul from running and went to bed.

The Happy-haps...

So, I hear you cry (not out loud obviously, but in your head... yep, I can hear your thoughts.... you perv), what is this 'PeaRafflePie' business? That's a stupid name! Well yes, yes it is. But then, so is 'Randy', and that's still (somewhat) acceptable in polite society.

PeaRafflePie is my attempt to simplify / phoneticize/ rip-off 'PreRaphaelite', which is the name of the art movement simplified / influencized / ripped-off in my work. The PreRaphaelite Brotherhood was a collective of artists, poets and general thinkers founded in 1848. Originally consisting of good-time geezers William Holman Hunt, John Everett Millais and Dante Gabriel Rossetti, the group eventually swelled to a seven-member Victorian dandy posse. Their motivation was to put the elegance, magic, romance and classical...ness back into art, which at the time had become somewhat mechanical and saturated with gloomy paintings of factories and poor people gnawing on stale loaves of bread. The name 'PreRaphaelite' referred to a desire to return to an era uninfluenced by Raphael, who though superhumanly talented apparently smelled of wee. I can't say I share this belief, I personally think Raphael was a pretty swell dude. They also objected to the influence of Sir Joshua Reynolds, the founder of the English Royal Academy of Arts; calling him 'Sir Sloshua'. See what they did there? Ha, in yo face, Joshy-boy!

Anyhoo, together they tried to explore their disparate loves of medieval culture and the principles of Realism. This worked for a little while, but eventually saw them all grow apart like teenage lovers studying at different colleges. Who knows, maybe the brotherhood could have lasted longer if they'd only had Facebook back then, or if Rossetti hadn't have joined Alpha Sigma Delta and discovered beer bongs. (Just kidding, that didn't happen.)

But their influence went on through the generations and inspired later artists such as Edward Burne-Jones, John Brett, Philip Calderon, Arthur Hughes, Gustave Moreau, Evelyn De Morgan, Frederic Sandys and John William Waterhouse (my personal fave... love 'im). My work came about when, looking for something to try out my new acrylic paints on, I spotted my postcard-book of Waterhouse paintings and decided to copy a lady from a painting. Although, being crafty-like, I didn't necessarily choose the focal lady of the piece. When I'd built up a collection of these assorted cloth-draped ladies I decided to superimpose them onto photos (thus blending old and new; PreRaphaelite styley). I then manipulated the colours in the photos to compliment the painted ladies; elevating them from 'bit players' in the original paintings to determiners of their new compositions. Does any of that make sense? It does to me. Oh well, have a look if you like and see for yourself.

'A Tale From The Decameron' by J.W. Waterhouse

... oh hi!

... what was my point? Oh yep, not a natural blogger (ha, I misspelled that as 'blooger' (i think my need to point that out just reiterates my unnatural-bloggyness)). But I dones these pictures see, these pictures that I'd like to sell so I can inseminate my art into the masses like a renegade mormon polygamist living in a makeshift caravan commune out in the deserts of Utah. Nah, not really. I'm broke, and need cash to keep me in the Pinot Grigio+Green&Blacks lifestyle of which I've become accustomed.

So anyway, this'll be as regular / random / vague / anti-semitic* / banal / awesome / sporadic as I damn well like; thus is the prerogative of the unpaid, under-viewed blooger.

*I joke. I loves m'Jews.

Hullo.

I'm not a natural-blogger, I have neither the commitment nor the attention-span to regularly update a bl-

ooh something shiny...