Showing posts with label fairy tale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fairy tale. Show all posts

Thursday, March 1, 2012

The Good Fae



Slow Progress on a large new watercolour, depicting the three good fae in the Grimm story “Sleeping Beauty”. This will be part of a small series dedicated to this particular tale, to be previewed alongside the Hungarian Folktale illustrations that will be exhibited in my upcoming Solo Show in May.

I know whilst very pale in colour, that the figures themselves are much darker. I wonder what you think...

Saturday, December 10, 2011

The Witches Daughter



I wrote a little bit about this character here, but let me introduce you to her properly.


In many of the folktales I’ve been reading I kept meeting this unfortunate character – the witches’ daughter. Simply because she is the daughter of a “witch” (read that as an old woman living on her own in the woods, ostracized by her community, efficient in the use of healing herbs and potions, perhaps grown bitter and cranky after a long life of ill treatment) she too is destined to an ill fate of being loathed and feared.
The princesses and daughters of rich barons all get wedded off to princes and dashing knights, to continue living their comfortable lives of wealth and privilege. The witch takes pity on her forlorn daughter, and uses her magic to make a prince fall in love with her. When the ruse is uncovered, everyone is horrified and furious – both the witch and her poor daughter are ruthlessly killed (sometimes in quite violent and barbaric ways) for having tricked the gentry. The prince in question marries a princess, and everyone lives happily ever after.

 
I imagined the terrible moment when the miserable girl awaits her cruel fate, destined from birth simply because she was born.

Monday, November 21, 2011

For Her Hand – And if you fail…..



As I was researching Hungarian folktales to illustrate (reading children’s stories and drinking wine) I came across a particular trend that caught my attention. In a vast number of the stories I was reading, the plot goes as thus:

There is a King who has a daughter who is the most beautiful girl in all of the land. There has never been a girl as beautiful as her, and never will there be another. You could easily look at the sun, but not at her, for she is that beautiful. When the time comes for her to marry, she sets three tasks for her would-be suitors to fulfill – whoever completes this wins her hand in marriage and her father’s Kingdom… However, any one that tries, but fails, gets their head … (insert strange Hungarian word that I did not understand at the time).

At first I thought all the poor lads that were unsuccessful had their heads put in the stocks whilst rowdy villagers threw tomatoes at them or something. I already thought these princesses were a bit demanding… that’s a bit of a harsh punishment for failure. Then I was informed I had misunderstood the word. The boys who fail do not get their heads put into the stocks for a day, no... They get their heads put on stakes.

OHHH. Silly me, OF COURSE. In true Hungarian / Vlad-the-Impaler fashion the ultimatum for failure is a little more extreme than I initially realized. Suddenly the stories I was told as a child took on an entirely different and much more serious nature. And those beautiful princesses turned horrifically cruel and harsh in my eyes.

Yet the princes still come in hoards, all bewitched by the beauty of the King’s daughter, willing to put their lives at stake (pun intended) for the chance to win her hand, and to share her bed.


This is my depiction of the King’s daughter, cruel and unfeeling, with a horrific ultimatum for her suitors.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

How many kinds of beautiful?


I ask you... how many kinds of beautiful is this?

An artist whom I greatly admire (and whose work I have the pleasure of feverishly collecting) has just opened up a line of enchanting fascinators and wearable pieces.

Lisa Falzon is all kinds of amazing. Her new adventure "Moth and Bay Leaf" has set my imagination frolicking in the woods. I want to embody everything these haunting pictures capture....

I urge you.... go take a look! Moth and BayLeaf Shop

Friday, August 13, 2010

Fireflies Print

Thank You! I had such a beautiful and emotive response after I introduced my latest artwork, “Fireflies in the marsh”.

It was a piece that I really poured a lot of my emotions and mentality into – it was wonderful to receive such touching feedback.

A few of you darlings expressed a deep interest in seeing me translate it into a print of some sorts, and I definitely would like to be able to accommodate!

At the moment I have two print options, and if anyone would like either of these, please let me know. Inquiries can be made directly to me at monimano@hotmail.com, or through an etsy conversation: http://www.monikaviktoria.etsy.com/
A4 Giclee Print – Archival Giclee Inks printed on heavy professional acid free100% cotton paper = $40
A4 Photographic Print – Printed by a professional Photo Lab on matt-finished Photography paper = $20
Postage is $10 for International, or $6 within Australia.


I’m not at the stage where I can afford to just get a stack printed out to have lying around, nor do I currently have the demand. So if you’d like a beautiful print of “Fireflies” (or any of my other artworks) please email me and I will willingly oblige J



xx

Sunday, May 9, 2010

The Butterfly Bones

The Butterfly Bones is a very talented, incredible friend of mine, and I wanted to feature her beautiful artworks today....

I have posed for her fairy tale, ephemeral photographs with much joy... to be a part of such a unique and haunting vision is really special, and the artworks she then creates from these photographs are breathtaking. Glimpses of fragile beauty, macabre fairy tale twists, misty pastel dreams, fading memories and aching longings.... Her work sends shivers up my spine and makes me yearn to fall into the world she creates and lose myself for hundreds of years....

The Butterfly Bones



"A Thousand years is a beautiful, macabre "Brothers Grim" homage to lost love and failed fairy tale endings. A decaying bride waits for a thousand years whilst her dress grows like wild moss and ivy around her forever waiting frame."