You know that song “Angie” by the Rolling Stones? Yeah, this one. I love it. I guess it was only a matter of time until I named a lady after that song.
I usually sing it to guys named Andrew. Especially if they hate being called Andy. I’m good fun like that.
Angie was drafted up at the same time as Doris. Doris may be in the gutter, but Angie is staring at the stars. I put the two ladies together on the front of a hoody. They’re partners in crime.
The original quote came from Oscar Wilde’s “Lady Windermere’s Fan”;
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars
Obviously I fucked up the quoting verbatim bit and used ‘staring’ instead of ‘looking’. I’m an artist, I can be creative like that. Lol.
If you like Angie on her own, you can purchase the t-shirt here.
Introducing Doris, the first of her name. The lead-in lady for a series about rocknroll women that I’ve been wanting to draw for ages. I wanted some strong looking wahine to go with the Turbojugend koruru shirt design. They could stand on their own as strong identities or together as one unified piece. And our Doris is the first of these.
She’s a green lady, with long flowing hair. I don’t necessarily want to reinforce female stereotypes (far from it), I like drawing long hair because there’s lots of lines. And I like linework in vectors. They’re really relaxing to draw. Doris is comfortably seated on the back of a manaia, swathed in a red ribbon that reads ‘In the Gutter‘. A nod to the Black Chrome song ‘Free Peep from the Gutter‘, and a bit of Oscar Wilde, too.
Doris is an old nickname. My punk rock gutter mates would use it to describe a certain type of girl who loves to do her hair and put on loads of makeup. Cough cough splutter. This was referred to as ‘Doris-ing about’.
“Has Mel finished Doris-ing about, yet? Better pour us another drink, mate”
‘Dorises’ show up at your regular DIY punk gig, loaded with cider and ready to hear some fucking great music. It had better be fucking great, otherwise we’re going back to the toilets to put on more eyeliner!
Here’s some photos – of Doris the digital file, Doris the Print, Doris the Shirt and Doris the Shirt being worn at a gig by Jamaine Corpse in Black Chrome. Doncha just love the way these things go round in circles. Thanks for your support, mate!
So after my spiel about BLACK it should come as no surprise that one of my favouritest bands ever! is Black Chrome. And I was lucky enough to design a t-shirt for them.
You can buy one from the band – they are available in red or black. I got the black shirt (shock!) as it has metallic silver ink in the print. I’ve tried to capture the sparkly print in the detail shots. The shirts fit really well (I was pleasantly surprised after getting mine as most band shirts are kinda shit), and they are only a meagre $20 each.
If you want a t-shirt you can order them from the band by contacting them at firstname.lastname@example.org. They have paypal too, if that helps.
Other BC links to check out are their Facebook page and Bandcamp, where you can download some of their older recordings for free.
Many thanks to Sarah-Kate & Li Roadkill for the t-shirt gig photo <3
Part of our glorious Kiwi culture involves sheds. They are important places to have. While I was growing up The Shed was a place you could clear out and have birthday parties in. Paint cars. Fix cars. Store tools. Build things in. That sort of thing. So it’s little surprise that I like to use mine as a studio space.
This wasn’t always the way with Shed. Oh no. Shed had become a storage space for items last seen in Island Bay in the early 1970s. Record players that used to belt out ABBA tunes to keep four year olds amused. And then the records, and everyone else’s unwanted records. At the start of this year, my brother returned home from Australia and he cleaned it all out. It was amazing. I helped some, well, very little actually, but I am incredibly grateful to my brother for completing this momentous task. Thank you!!
So here is a small collection of photos of things I keep in my shed. Please excuse me while I ruminate some …
I’ve got the rest of my Ngā Moemoeā (Dreams) series hanging along the western wall. The first one in the set was sold to the H.B Williams Library here in Gisborne. Then there’s a photo of a collage that used to be on the fridge in Queens Ave (my old flat in Balmoral), and the next photo shows a clock I added frilly bits to and an old photo from The Blooding. Haha, what is the time indeed. Next, a nun and her drunken goat army (because every nun needs one), positioned right next to Maleficent. The evil Disney Queen from Sleeping Beauty. Mmmmm… feeling goth-stalgic yet?
Because I am.
Then there is Cernunnos. I had him made for me, and he watches over All. At his feet sits Elvis, a surprise gift! Then there is an old bottle with Siouxsie lyrics on it. You can see some old paintings in the background. And finally, the Hank Poster from Black Chrome‘s first gig.
So there you go – a quick twirl around the shed. If you fancy a real dance one night, come over for a visit.
Ah, the wonderful month of May, the last month of Autumn – te wā o Tanemahuta – here in Aotearoa. This is also the month I was born in, and what better way to celebrate it than having a birthday giveaway?!
You could win one of these posters! They are both signed and will be shipped to the winners ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD.
So what’s the catch? Well, all you have to do is answer a few questions in a short survey, leave your name and address and I will draw a winner on the 1st of June 2011.
I will pick one winner for each poster, depending on your preference!
This is a piece exploring the colour Black in different mediums. It was inspired by Jo Tito’s Painted Rock of the Day called Paru. I read about the black mud and how dense and oily it was… and I thought “wow – I want some of that!”
Knowing me I would probably try putting it in my hair. Mud is awfully good for hair you know. I used to buy this African Mud stuff from the Body Shop and put that in my hair. It was heavily perfumed and processed of course, but still, silky black mud? I’d give it a whirl.
Anyway. Back to Black.
I wanted to experiment with some gloss gel I had just purchased – it has a very nice sheen to it when dry, so I added some black acrylic to it. Mmmm shiny black. I drew a star (cos I like stars, as well as skulls) and built up the gel around the edges. I stained the wood with Indian Ink. Then I used one of my old stencils and sprayed the words Mauri Ora on it.
Now, if any of you art knobs out there are thinking – “dude that’s pretty Ralph Hotere” (but in a more complicated lexicon of course), then you would be Correctamundo! as the Fonz used to say. Ralph (I don’t know him personally I just always refer to Him as Ralph) is a HUGE influence on the art I like to make. I don’t think I’m anywhere near as good as him and it’s a bit art school to admit your influences these days, but his black paintings are FUCKING COOL. Alright, that’s the Ralph rant over.
Yeah so I like black. I love all the things I associate with it, but don’t care for other’s interpretations. Leather, denim, latex, rooms, velvet, cardigans, hair, lace, night, warmth, goths, teddy bears, sad pandas, nuns, goats, Chrome, cats, witches, deep space (9, ho ho), Darth Vader… no wait, I don’t like black metal very much.
To me, the colour black also represents peace, and the realm of Te Pō. I read Cleve Barlow‘s take on Te Pō, where he described it as a place of ignorance (presumably because it is dark). I don’t like this reading, I thought it was too heavily influenced by colonial ideas of black being negative and white being positive. And I’ve heard enough of black being the bad guy. Te Pō is the birthplace of the gods, the actioning of ideas, the place where life continues to grow. Where things take form and set you on the path to Te Ao Mārama. But you can’t have one without the other…
Back in Black.
So all these ideas were running through my mind as I layered on these different mediums. I enjoyed the experiment and the process gave me plenty of ideas for more creations!
The Man In Black.
I swapped this small piece (it’s about A5 sized) for the Paru rock, which is now next to my Perfectionism one, under the watchful eye of Darth Vader. Because I picked up Mr. Paru on the anniversary of Peter Steele‘s death, I called him Pita Paru. (Pita is the transliteration of Peter!)
Peter Steele wrote this wonderfully sardonic song called Black No. 1 – about goths dying their hair….black! So that’s what this post is named after, as well as my rock. Thanks Pete, you will always rock! hyuk hyuk.
After I dropped this piece off, Jo created a black rock and wrote her kōrero about Black. Awesome! Check it out here. I get a shout out too. Kei whea mai!
Hank Von Helvete is the lead singer of Norwegian band Turbonegro. I like drawing pictures of him and using them for my Turbojugend website. These pictures show a progression from ‘Old Hank’ (2003) to ‘New Hank’ (i.e when I got better at digital illustration in 2008 – now I just need to focus on being faster!)
This illustration ended up as the centre fold for Black Chrome‘s Homorockclub CD, and as well as the mast head for the u666 site.
Here’s some Hanky Action, for you Zillion Dollar Sadists