All Hallows Eve

 

This is a portrait of Peter Steele (1962 – 2010) from Type O Negative. They are one of my most favourite-est bands ever.  A good friend told me about them in 1995, so I bought ‘Origin of the Feces’, the notorious ‘live’ album.  It was the only one I could find in Auckland! I will be honest and say I didn’t really get the sense of humour at first (“these guys can’t be serious! That sounds like a pretend crowd…”) as I knew nothing about them and hadn’t heard anything else by them.  Then that same friend gave me ‘October Rust’ to listen to in 1996.  And like millions of other goth girls around the world, I was a goner! Sigh, swoon etc.  It was only a matter of time until I got their other albums. And it has all been cheerfully downhill from there.  I never got to see Type O Negative live unfortunately.

Some of my best memories are associated with Type O Negative.  Driving from Auckland to Wellington with a Type O hater in the back, shouting his own version of Black No. 1 lyrics (LOVING YOU WAS LIKE FUCKING A GOTH!) while we giggled in the front. It was funny cos it was true, you see.  There are many many more, I’ll save them for another time.

This is my tribute to Peter Steele and the most excellent music he created.  I wanted to do something special for Halloween, so I have spent the last week of October drawing this portrait and thrashing the Symphony for the Devil live dvd.

Because as we all know, everyday is Halloween.

XII. All Hallows Eve

Fall fires burn ‘neath
black twisted boughs
Sacrifice to above
Smoke swirling quickly
towards misting clouds
Offering of this blood
Into the flames
and without shame
Consumed with howls
and screams
Pumpkins grin
in their despair
On All Hallows Eve

Cruel be the wind
as it quells my words
I shout out to the rain
Incantations I so hoped
you’ve heard
That you live again
From deep Earth
brings forth rebirth
Witness but I shan’t believe
From below a chilling glow
On All Hallows Eve

Be spiderwebbed
and glazed in frost
She wears death beautifully
More stunning now
than in her life
On a bed of Autumn leaves
Into her eyes
and quite surprised
I whispered
don’t you leave
Sing macabre songs
and we’ll dance to dawn
On All Hallows Eve

Saint Lucifer hear me
praying to thee
On this eve of all saints
High be the price
but then nothing is free
My soul I’ll gladly trade

Cold is the night
in so many ways
Luna round, full and bright
Deep be the mud
on the fresh dug graves
On yours I recite
An ancient spell 
I know so well
Success is guaranteed 
I’ll bring you back
from where you’ve gone
On All Hallows Eve

From the album World Coming Down by Type O Negative.  Lyrics by Peter Steele.

 

Texture used in this image by Bitt Box.

Turbo Maori

This is a painting I did a little while ago (last year in fact) and it’s taken me this long to put it online.  It’s already the face of the Turbojugend Aotearoa U-666 Facebook page (oooosh lookit me squeezing those links in!) so this little breather has been on the nets for a while.  But you all want a closer look at it – and even better – a chance to buy it don’t you?!?!

This picture was inspired by my love of all things Turbojugend and my Māori heritage.  This makes it Turbo Māori! I’ve based the koruru (face) on Ngāti Porou carving forms that I’ve looked at over the last couple of years.  If you study them you see their likeness to the people; the large foreheads, piercing stare and sharp, sometimes forked, tongue.  Tāngata like those deserve to wear a peak cap, haha.

The picture uses 3 colours; a warm blood red ground with thick black linework and white highlights.  Red, black and white, the ‘traditional’ Māori colours and also those used on the Tino Rangatiratanga flag.  Layered on top of an old placemat, varnished with polyurethane and mounted on a wooden block with a painting hook. 29cm x 21cm x 5cm (roughly 8 x 10″)

If you’re interested in buying this creation, contact me at mel@aotearoa666.com.

 

BLACK CHROME!

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 wokeupinthegutter@gmail.com. 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

 

Skull Flower

“Why don’t you paint some nice flowers” I thought to myself one day, “that’s something nice” So I set about painting a nice flower.  Oh! let’s make it blaack! I added.  And a nice skull in it. Yeah, I like them types of flowers!

I pondered this greatly as I worked on this small canvas. It is a blue black flower (he pua) with a skull (he tohu o te tangata) in the centre, blossoming upon a vivid blood red background.  As I daubed away at the skull in the centre I asked myself “Geez – why do I like skulls so much?”

Is it all the doom and gloom? A symbol of death?  A morbid fascination with the darker side of life?

 

 

 

Yeah fuck yeah!

 

Ha ha – you thought I was going to say no, didn’t you?

Well, over the last six years I’ve lost a few friends and family, for various reasons.  I am not afraid to die, but I am afraid of what will happen to my son if I should shuffle off this mortal coil before he becomes an adult.

And ever since this started happening, I started drawing skulls.  Lots of them.  Skulls are the ultimate symbol of humanity.  A skull could represent anyone.  It could be me, it could be my son. It could be one of my whānau who have passed on.  It could be you! :O! Nothing represents my essential love for humanity like a good skull.

You can check out photos of the painting in the making on my tumblr or facebook page.  (And while you’re down there, chuck us a like or a follow please? Ta!)

This painting is 8 inches by 8 inches, painted using Golden acrylics and a nice medium as a finishing varnish.  This painting is also for sale! as it is small enough to ship.  I have paypal and can also accept bank transfers.  If you are interested in purchasing this painting, contact me at mel@aotearoa666.com.

This is my first post in Spring! Spring has sprung (at least here in Kaiti, Gisborne) and a merry sneezing season to you all.  I have included some photos of the plum tree blossoms, just in case some of you wanted an actual really nice flower.  Hehe.

He Hono Tangata

You may or may not remember this painting from the previous post about Skulls.

Well, back then this painting was a work in progress. Now it has been finished and sent to it’s new home in Auckland.

The rerenga on the red ribbon reads – He Hono Tangata E Kore E Motu

and is taken from the whakataukī that says:

He hono tangata e kore e motu; ka pā he taura waka e motu.

Nā, ko te tikanga o taua, kāore e taea e ngā hononga te tāngata e whati.  Engari ki ō rātou whakaaro.  Ko tēnei whakataukī e whakamahi ana ki ngā kōrero e pā ana ki tētahi mārena.  Ki a au nei, ko te mea nui e pā ana ki tēnei taonga, ko te kōrero, ko te tikanga rānei.  Tērā pea, ko te tūmanako rawe hoki.  Ae, ko taua te mea nui e mauria ana e tēnei taonga.

The reo pākehā translation of this proverb is

A human bond cannot be severed, unlike a canoe rope, it cannot be severed.

This speaks about the permanency of marriage and betrothal, the closest western proverb I can think of is ‘the ties that bind’.

These loveskull paintings are absolute joys to paint.  Despite my tough, rough n guts exterior (lol) I’m a big softy and love love love! to hear that my friends are shacking up and settling down…  Life. I fucking love it.

So the idea and hopes and wishes behind this painting is to wish my two friends all the best for their marriage and a very long, loving and prosperous life. Two skulls pressed together to form a heart, all wrapped in a big red bow.  Ta daa!!

Mauri Ora ki a kōrua!