Lyndon Hood - Wants to be a spider, Wellington
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
While looking for source images for Little Miss Muffet I found out a couple of things.
The first is that if you're looking for a Miss Muffet costume that isn't a sexy Bo-Peep outfit, you'll be looking pretty (pun observed-and-not-removed) hard.
The other would be that nursery rhymes are be gothically inspiring.
Ash Sivils
Fee Harding
Paula Rego
Gerald Brom
The first is that if you're looking for a Miss Muffet costume that isn't a sexy Bo-Peep outfit, you'll be looking pretty (pun observed-and-not-removed) hard.
The other would be that nursery rhymes are be gothically inspiring.
Ash Sivils
Fee Harding
Paula Rego
Gerald Brom
Labels: art, graphics, miss muffet, nursery rhymes
Lyndon Hood - reviewerer, Wellington
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
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The other night I went to see Shen Wei Dance Arts at the Festival. My research consisted of listening to The Rite of Spring on the train into and out of work during the day. With the perhap predictable effect of having the thing stuck in my head for some time afterwards.
After the Shen Wei I went and took photos of people playing with their shadows in the Body Movies installation. It occurred to me that a mashup of the two events would be quite something.
Scoop has been kind enough to make its Arts Festival coverage available on the web.
The other night I went to see Shen Wei Dance Arts at the Festival. My research consisted of listening to The Rite of Spring on the train into and out of work during the day. With the perhap predictable effect of having the thing stuck in my head for some time afterwards.
After the Shen Wei I went and took photos of people playing with their shadows in the Body Movies installation. It occurred to me that a mashup of the two events would be quite something.
Scoop has been kind enough to make its Arts Festival coverage available on the web.
Labels: art, dance, music, wellington international arts festival
Lyndon Hood - art appreciator, Wellington
Monday, July 16, 2007
I've been reading a book about the use of the female form as symbol (I liked Marina Warner's other books about mythology as you can see from this) which raises, at the same time a dismissing, an intriguing idea. The Liberty depicted in the famous statue, gifted to the US by France, is a much more staid and less revolutionary creature than the ones France was producing some hundred fifty (oops) years earlier.
What might the US of A be like today if instead of a sun-crown their national statue wore a Phrygian cap, one of those floppy-topped conical affairs widely symbolic of revolution (not least upon the heads of the Mariannes who symbolise the French one) and, at its reddest, made famous by Papa Smurf?
What if instead of a torch she was brandishing an enormous and symbolic faggot?
And, most significantly, what if, like more than one Marianne, she had (indicating her revolutionary zeal) failed to notice that her boobies had slipped out of her top?
I mean, quite apart from the wardrobe malfunction thing.
Oh, and, talk about being endowed with meaning.
New Hood: Youth Parliament Broken Up by Police
What might the US of A be like today if instead of a sun-crown their national statue wore a Phrygian cap, one of those floppy-topped conical affairs widely symbolic of revolution (not least upon the heads of the Mariannes who symbolise the French one) and, at its reddest, made famous by Papa Smurf?
What if instead of a torch she was brandishing an enormous and symbolic faggot?
And, most significantly, what if, like more than one Marianne, she had (indicating her revolutionary zeal) failed to notice that her boobies had slipped out of her top?
I mean, quite apart from the wardrobe malfunction thing.
Oh, and, talk about being endowed with meaning.
New Hood: Youth Parliament Broken Up by Police
Labels: art, breasts, satire, symbolism, united states
