Through the teeth and in the mouth awaits a swirl of shadow and a dark tale that wishes to be told.
[Oh! I’ll be selling some of these toothy shadow screens soon! 🦷 Right now I’m making my schedule for expos and markets I’ll be selling at for next year. The dates will be up on IG.]
A series of traditional, religious and cultural events in the Indian state of Kerala, ranging from Theyyam ritual for becoming a God, preparations for a Kathakali performance and ancient shadow puppetry to the grand Pooram festival in Thrissur to the self-mutilating Oracles of Kodungallur Bharani.
Hi, everyone. Fate again to celebrate two traditions of yours taking place early in the fifth month of some of your calendars, one about movies and one about independence. And as much as I love embracing new technology and ideas and all that, right now I’m indulging in a secret desire of mine to declare independence from the demands of being on camera by going back to the highest form of moving art there is: shadow puppetry.
Fate,
I didn’t want to be That Guy. You know, the Nice Guy. The guy who’s always going around kvetching about the Friend Zone. I have really, really great friends of all genders, and my best friend is not the same gender I am. And while I think we’d be great together romantically, we’re also great together platonically, and I’m totally cool with that!
Or at least, I was. On their birthday, we drank a little too much, and normal back-and-forth turned kinda flirty. I didn’t actually say anything then, because I didn’t want it to be brushed off as us just being under the influence, but I started wondering what if? What if they’ve been feeling the same way I have but have been putting a lid on it because they’re afraid of ruining the friendship?
The moment I decided it was time to make my move was when I got two coupons for our shared favorite taqueria in the mail. They live pretty close by, so I put the coupons in my pocket, stopped by our local liquor store to pick up a bottle of tequila, and went over to their apartment to ask them on a DATE-date.
I don’t know how long I spent staring at their door before I finally raised my hand to knock. I also don’t know how much longer it was between the last knock and when they finally answered. I do know they seemed just as taken aback as I was: disheveled, clothes looked like they were thrown on carelessly, not exactly the most welcoming look on their face.
“I can come back later,” I said, and they smiled for the first time and whispered “thanks” before shutting the door…but not before I heard a guy’s voice coming from the direction of the bedroom saying, “Who is it?”
I’ll admit I snapped a little. I went to the occult shop on the way home. Once I was back at my place, I wasted no time in setting it all up: the candles, the book, the goat’s-blood pentagram. Security deposit be damned, I thought as I chanted the invocation. “Bring me that which is nearest and dearest to my heart!” I proclaimed to finish out the spell.
I knew the security deposit was as damned as I was when the floor burst into flames in front of me. But it would all be worth it, I figured as I beheld the glowing eyes and scaly wings in its midst. And when it leaned forward to deposit the bundle it held in its arms at my feet, I knew I would open the unusually small package up (my best friend is something like 4’10” on a good day, but…) and find…tacos?!
I don’t mean to complain, but an explanation would be very, well, nice.
You put those taco coupons in your left breast pocket, didn’t you.
Demons, genies, Fae, computers, and all else who work in the shadows have to be exactingly literal in how they parse and fulfill requests, and even though there are good reasons for doing so, it’s always a thankless task with the recipients of their poorly articulated desires claiming they were “misunderstood.” Please tell me you at least invited the delivery agent to share dinner and drinks with you for their trouble? You never know who your real forever dining companion might be unless you take a chance and let tequila loosen your tongue…
…oh, I used to know how to make a tongue!
There’s the tongue…
…well. I’m supposed to be representing the tequila loosening YOUR tongue before the moment passes.
“Discover the timeless magic of hand shadows through this charming volume” - Dust Jacket
This little pocket-sized book, created and drawn by Phila H. Webb with verses by Jane Corby, is reprinted and adapted from the original “Shadowgraphs Anyone Can Make” from 1927. With the help of a bright light, a blank wall (or sheet as the book suggests), and two hands, various characters and creatures can be projected, solidifying the simple entertainment and joy of shadow puppetry.
According to Phila, some of the poses may take more practice to perfect, but there is “nothing hard about any of them”. To test this, I had a self-proclaimed shadow puppet enthusiast try out some of the poses, following the instructions from the text. How do you think they did?
I love the first stages of a project, it’s when you figure out if something is going to work. Does it need tweaking? Does it need more? Less? Should it have been birthed at all? Or should it have stayed in the dark void of back rooms in your skull?
To answer truthfully for this scenario, yes. And no. So although I’ll be destroying every shadow puppet you see here, my idea on how to set the scene up with the right amount of light and funny little textures that will work only in shadow land, well, it was worth all my annoyances. Sure I wasted a few good hours on cutting and painting these poor souls from paper. But the knowledge I received about creating a dreary atmosphere? Priceless. Oh these life lessons puppets can teach. Cause patience is truly golden. That being said, back to the drawing board! Literally. Round two of creating this coming right up!