Wood Engraving Wednesday
SARAH VAN NIEKERK
English artist Sarah Van Niekerk (1934 - 2018) was an award-winning Illustrator and wood engraver, a member of the Society of Wood Engravers (SWE), and the Society's chair, 1995-1998. This print, Rams, was printed from the original block in 2020 Vision: Nineteen Wood Engravers, One Collector, and the Artists Who Inspired Them, printed in 2020 by Patrick Randle’s Nomad Letterpress at the Whittington Press in Cheltenham, Gloucestershire, in an edition of 340 copies for the 100th anniversary of the Society of Wood Engravers. Unfortunately, Van Niekerk died during the planning of the book and her daughter Jess wrote the text for mother's entry and helped select the block to be printed.
Sarah Van Niekerk attended the Central School of Arts and Crafts (1951-1954) where she studied with wood engraver and sculptor Gertrude Hermes who greatly influenced her work. She continued her education at the Slade School (1955-1956) and much later taught wood engraving at the Royal Academy of Art (1976-1986) and the City and Guilds Art School (1979-1998), and for many years was a tutor at West Dean College. Besides being a member of SWE, she was also a Fellow of the Royal Society of Painter-Printmakers and a Royal West of England Academician.
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Hair Drama: Beyoncé's Publicist Responds to Erykah Badu's Style Claims
Is it inspiration or imitation? 🐝👑 Erykah Badu and Beyoncé's publicist are clashing over hairstyles. What do YOU think? #Beyonce #ErykahBadu #HairDrama #FierceCulture #FierceMillennial
When does inspiration become imitation? A look at the latest exchange between two iconic artists.
It seems like we can’t go a year without a new round of “did she or didn’t she?” speculation surrounding Beyoncé and her artistic influences. This time, the always-outspoken Erykah Badu has subtly suggested that Queen Bey may be drawing a little too much inspiration from her signature looks.
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Angelica Kauffman | Shedding Light to Women in Art
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Baseball bats are much shorter than swords and Link is shorter than everything so it’s uhh in the grass… yeah.
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LMAO
edit: turning off reblogs because some of the people that are reblogging are extremely fucking moronic. holy shit
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theyre trying to dehydrate our beautiful bears and make them have a six pack.... i feel sick.
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"Bounty"
Watercolor on cold press paper, 8x10". For @everydayoriginal
Vampire Hunter D 🖤
Prints!
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Especially the lies.
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Hi there, I’m Strawberry. Writer of all the posts you see on my page.
Today I’d like to share some inspiration with you. That seems fun to do from time to time. Lots of music gives me words for the feelings I have. I have a hard time talking about how I feel and I keep a lot to myself. One of the artist that has captured my feelings into words is Joji. He’s a big inspiration for the way he describes dealing with stuck up feelings about people you used to love, but can’t reach like you wanted. He also sounds like he’s not well in touch with his surroundings, like he’s dissociating. If you’ve read the title of this blog, you know I struggle with that too. Overall he just seems to get what a lot of people don’t, and I appreciate that. He’s also a big artistic inspiration for an old friend, which intertwines our paths more than I would like them to be. It’s also weirdly comforting, like even if I never talk to him we’ll always be looking at the same stars, but then with artists.
Enough of that, that’s it for this weeks inspiration. Don’t know if I’ll do these every week, but every so often I’ll try to let you in my head.
Kisses,
Strawberry
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Love spending time in the garden,
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Wood Engraving Wednesday
ANNE DESMET
English printmaker Anne Desmet (b. 1964) is a Fellow of the Royal Society of Painter-Printmakers (RE) and the Society of Wood Engravers (SWE), and is only the third wood engraver elected to the Royal Academy of Arts in its entire history. This engraving, Brooklyn Bridge: New Day (2015) pays homage to one of her major influences, British artist Edward Wadsworth (1889-1949) and is printed from the original block in 2020 Vision: Nineteen Wood Engravers, One Collector, and the Artists Who Inspired Them, printed in 2020 by Patrick Randle’s Nomad Letterpress at the Whittington Press in Cheltenham, Gloucestershire, in an edition of 340 copies for the 100th anniversary of the Society of Wood Engravers. Of her wood engravings, Desmet writes:
Many of my engravings are in evolving series to suggest time, change, metamorphosis and evolution. My Brooklyn Bridge (2015) series of seven prints charts nights and days of snowy weather I experienced in New York in 2014. The bridge's complex engineering structure and viewing angle with a vanishing-point perspective reflect my appreciation of Wadsworth's emphatic compositions. . . . I offer . . . Brooklyn Bridge: New Day . . . in homage to Wadsworth. Wordsworth described 'gradually being able to evolve something of printmaking . . . which in my opinion is very suitable for an expression of form and structure' . . . . I too find print techniques admirably well-suited to express 'form and structure' and, in particular, to architectural themes . . . which have preoccupied me these last three decades.
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To honor Akira Toriyama i drew future Trunks aka my first ever crush
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you wanted to be a good friend, because you loved your friends, but the truth was that everyone else somehow had a pamphlet on being normal that you never received. most of the time you learn by trial-and-error. you are terrified of the next big mistake you make, because it seems like the rules are completely arbitrary.
you've learned to keep the prickly parts of your personality in a stormcloud under your bed - as if they're a second version of you; one that will make your friends hate you. it feels feral, burning, ugly.
instead, you have assembled habits based on the statistical likelihood of pleasing others. you're a good listener, which is to say - if you do speak up, you might end up saying the wrong thing and scaring off someone, but people tend to like someone-who-listens. or you've got no true desires or goals, because people like it when you're passive, mutable. you're "not easy to fluster" which is to say - your emotions are fundamentally uninteresting to others around you; so you've learned to control them to a degree that you can no longer really feel them happening.
you have long suspected something is wrong with you, but most of the time, googling doesn't help. you are so-used to helping-yourself, alone and with no handbook. the reek of your real self feels more like a horrible joke - you wake up, and, despite all your preparations, suddenly the whole house is full of smoke. the real you is someone waiting to ruin your other-life, the one where you're normal and happy. the real-self is unpredictable, angry.
your real self snarls when people infantilize the whole situation. because if you were really suffering, everyone seems to think you'd be completely unable to cope. but you already learned the rules, so you do know how to cope, and you have fucking been coping. it's not black-and-white. it's not that you are healed during the other times - it's just that you're able to fucking try. and honestly, whenever you show symptoms, it's a really fucking bad sign.
because the symptoms you have are ugly and unmanageable for others. your symptoms aren't waifish white girl things. they're annoying and complicated. they will be the subject of so many pretentious instagram reels. if they cared about you, they'd just show up on time. you care, a lot, so deeply it burns you. you like to picture a world where the comments read if they loved you, they'd never need glasses to see. but since that's a rule you've seen repeated - "one must never be late or you are a bad friend" - you constantly worry about being late and leave agonizingly early. there are no words for how you feel when you're still late; no matter how hard you were trying.
so you have to make up for it. you have to make up for that little horrible real you that you keep locked in a cabinet. you are bad at answering emails so every project you make has to be perfect. you are weird and sensitive so you have to learn to be funny and interesting. you are an inconvenience to others, so you become as smooth as possible, buffing out all the rough parts.
all this. all this. so people can pass their hands over you and just tell you just the once -how good you are. you're a good friend. you're loveable.
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Publishing has always been a fucking nightmare, but now it’s a layer of hell. It’s not enough that writers be good at what they do. Writers have to maintain an active social media presence and cultivate a following. Be available.
They have to be conventionally attractive enough to look good enough to see on a screen, aesthetically pleasing, kind, funny, up-to-date on trends, socially aware but not so controversial that they turn off a brand from California from slapping their discount code on a video promoting a book.
They have to do all of this with no media training, with little help from the companies that are supposed to be doing this for them.
Of course, a lot of this isn't possible for say, the 40-something mother of two who teaches English at a school and writes on the side. She’s boxed out of an already complex industry that already has enough walls.
On some level, I think authors have always marketed themselves a little, but we’ve reached such a crazy point where we’re demanding the author become the influencer. Accessibility in publishing has narrowed from an inch to a sliver. And that inch was hard enough to get in as is.
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Alistairs voice line triggered for the first time mid battle after my wardens and Id like to imagine it was a sweet bonding moment for them 😌
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