Mannequin-a-day – Day 73 – Nostaglia always summoned her back when she heard the piano, no matter how faint..
Mannequin-a-day – Day 72 – Rustling leaves orchestrated by footsteps and other means, now at a low. Ravens return to their haunt. The woods catch up on sleep, swapping turns as a gatekeepers eye. Bare Winter trees host unknown flowering fruit to it’s character. The late evening breeze plays it’s part, carrying seeds of the flowering of the strange.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 71 – Analogue tv lines met her eyes. Clouds watch over the forest hyped with activity. Freaks grow & reduce in size, they slip under & through the cracks. Overgrown moss, shrubs and mud stain the carpets to the cottage, dampened from the outside in. Windows play tricks, rainbows mute in colour never witnessed. Gingerbread anyone?
Model (mannequin) – The alluring and sinister Magenta
Mannequin-a-day – Day 70 – She was surprised to the extent of her magic powers. Eyes fixated, the garden morphed into new formations at her whim. Carnivorous plants and freakish characters moved like tumbleweed landing into unknown territory, taking new shape. They continued to thrive within the garden bed of the obscure, until of course, their time was up.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 69 – Never mind the lingering creatures in flight, they like to stir the spirits resting in the valley. Victorian books replaced branches in the withering trees. A labyrinth of parts, skulls and bones are littered through the undergrowth, delicious witchery is again at play.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 68 – Lost in wilderness and time, a brooding immortality blackens her eyes. Imagination hijacked by unforeseeable forces. Her surroundings sewed and stitched by velvet archives. Hallucinatory light made kaleidoscopic patterns.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 67 – The theatre awakens with the sound of beating hearts. A lair, a dark sanctuary for lust. Alchemy of feelings, imagination set free. Ornate gowns are brought to life by sleepwalkers, woken by spirits to perform further deeds. No exit, did you read the sign? This theatre is like no other..
Mannequin-a-day – Day 66 – Gazing hosts warned the majestic creek bed had been poisoned. The luminous water opened up the gateway, the procession began.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 65 – On the fringes, the dilapidated garden palace endured lightening flashes, bells chimed, ravens took shelter & waited. Her people wildly rose, sirens made formations in the sea down below. Sounds of joy and grief.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 64 – Untangling natures web, her hopes and dreams cemented to bone. Magic woven, medicine taken, an inability to mend, she had fun trying though, heh heh.. Last breath, exhalation of vapours, bone to ash.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 63 – She finished her work when the jewellery box sound from her childhood stopped in her head. The last chime resonated as a full stop & a new beginning..
Mannequin-a-day – Day 62 – An underneath passage, she climbed down whilst weeds & branches brushed her face. Freaky dolls drapping haphazardly surrounded her, bobbing in motion to the tunnel channeling wind. She ascended up to a cave. She instinctively knew her role, called upon by others. Taking strength from the spirits, she laid the dead to rest.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 61 – Planet Peculiar hello.. Silhouettes appeared for a brief moment in close proximity, lurking in formations imagined somewhere between love and death. Their departure saw them waltzing both merrily & with demented force up the hall. A clown splattered with blood covering a large percentage of his costume ushered us into the cylindrical sphere voicing ‘some balloons are waiting for you both on the other side’.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 60 – Artificial light, ghosts drifting, chemicals, it thrives..
Mannequin-a-day – Day 59 – Waking dreamland, or grave reality? Echoes from the hills seep into the soul. Illuminations gave clarity and chilled us to the bone. Stars of fading glamour masked the gateway of no return.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 58 – ‘What we are dealing with is a total lack of respect for the law’ – Pop Will Eat Itself & The Prodigy (Their Law – track)
Mannequin-a-day – Day 57 – After midnight, evil hour! Frolic play. Unveil the immortal gates of deep sapphire blaze. Alleys green, moss covered branches sample delicious witchery. Beauty burns. They leave in dust to rest.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 56 – Sound magnified, a tangled garden met her eyes. Moonlit pond, trees bare, silver creatures rose. Chilled dark intimacy of the grounds glittered at her. Put me to sleep in the cloudy pink water.
Note – ‘The Lady of Shalott’ by painter John William Waterhouse, I’ve added this beauty to the artwork in her hand. Stairs etc to the right are from my dolls house project.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 55 – Parlour windows, hazy vapours, moonless night, her complexion dressed in rusty weeds. Lucifer sent a telegram, helpless words, ingrained in terror. ‘Don’t let me dream, no warning, no amount of mercy’. Wickedness pursued, roses fell into hands lining the dark road. Wolves nod with pantomime fits. Tears walked the room. The ceremony cake found another looking glass. Bloodshot eyes declared red geraniums were at play.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 54 – His character, no softening shadows, cruel facts, his only daughter, possessed. Cautiously he demanded ‘No my pretty, bottles of champagne, no tea, regrets or disappointments, you will start in two minutes’. A bell rang, or was it a birds shrill passing through an equaliser? Magenta replied ‘listen mutton of all chops! I propose a toast, your fate? To be buried under that trap-door into the solid earth come July, ha!’
Mannequin-a-day – Day 53 – Determined gaze, fog lingering near the churchyard gate. Urchins clustered, veterinary surgeon’s ate marmalade. A tiny note ‘Visitors enliven my shady winter months’. A message from the outer world.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 52 – Dear Magenta, I’m afraid of lurking roundabouts, in parks. Will you marry me? The landlord, I want to run down, with my lawnmower, early next morning. I smoke dried cabbage leaves, sometimes. I understand cold pork might produce this soothing atmosphere. Give me back thirteen postage stamps, Kevin mannequin. The note, ditch, send him the strongest green tea, five days old, there will be bloodshed, frail branches, black shadows, looming trees, goodnight Kevin..
Mannequin-a-day – Day 51 – A cat emerged with sliver star eyes, a trail of ashes. White lawn, ornate statues, marble steps, she went inside. Black chandelier, muted colours drink cocktails, neon lights flickered, the amusement park enjoyed a ghostly pause.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 50 – Bend and stretch! Reach for a whip.. Look if that’s what’s in her toy box it’s totally out of my control ^-^
Mannequin-a-day – Day 49 – Music weaving day dreams, tree-tops aglow, laugh, shout! Colourful afternoon, hallucinatory light, wintery trance. Eyes clouded, sweet recreation..
Mannequin-a-day – Day 48 – Experiments exposed to light. Shutters closed, come out, justify my appetite. Chorus of echoes delighted, finale, farewell performance, darkness accelerated.. Shadows promised a quiet Summer. *Note – Water pistol not gun, bright yellow ‘A’ is the happy clue…
Mannequin-a-day – Day 48 – She steps into la selva subterranea (the underground forest), trampling flower beds, eyes a box of magic. Lilac tree dazzles her, cats in mythological form purr, strange flowers stroke her face. A bride pulls back her black lustre veil ‘unfortunately you are part of the cinema, trimmed with technicolor’. Guillotine closed.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 47 – High ceilings, rustic bed, stay.. Pile of clothes, white body, winter fruit, flesh and blood illuminated, flowers to ashes, burned notes, into his pocket. Black crown, wings approach, her skirt screamed, her suspender belt dived into the undergrowth.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 46 – Madame, to the industrial zone? Without stopping, cross the intersection, along the uneven road, use the alleyway, to the window. Inhabitants, picked up fragments, lost arms, a voice exclaimed ‘we need more spare parts’. Wild dancers, torches, toy whistles, trumpets, fireworks, confetti, laughter, silence.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 45 – Bleached fields, indulgence, porcelain fascination, bliss descends to wickedness, glitter everywhere
Mannequin-a-day – Day 44 – Theatrics impossible to resist, adventurous thrill, a creeping chill, dampness in the air, press record.. the kitten began to play
Mannequin-a-day – Day 43 – Cynthia statue made a special brew of tea, digging, perish, under, did you hear thunder? ..Ok that distraction didn’t work, next to (cause I got busted thrown like a rag doll) the pear tree. Cynthia statue, rest, never to have carrots with the crows & parrots, again.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 41 – I think I’m going to leave my mannequin at the front door with a recorded message, more thought is required for best script methodology
Mannequin-a-day – Day 40 – Little secret, adventures, enchantment, curiosity elevated to worship, come back, black swimming eyes
Mannequin-a-day – Day 40 – extra – Dolls with no pants! Nothing more to add..
Mannequin-a-day – Day 39 – Why have hair clips when you can have bats in your hair right? I took the photos of the bats partying hard way past their bed time last week in Centennial Park (Sydney).
Mannequin-a-day – Day 39 – Still in the red and black zone. Love this poem just found online below..
Roll me between your
Thumb and finger
Make me your art.
Hang me on your wall.
Maybe I’ll stay.
Into your pet,
Your tamed raven.
Keep me in your cage.
Maybe I’ll stay.
Let me drown in-
Maybe I’ll stay.
‘Untitled’ – Maddie Ballentine
Mannequin-a-day – Day 38 – Magenta still holds a flame for Kevin mannequin, the wooden monkey states, *let me clear my throat! ‘Sweetheart, you’re the picture of loneliness’ – (Quote actually from the character Oskar Schindler from the film – Schindler’s List)
*Let me clear my throat’ from ‘The Beastie Boys – The New Style
Mannequin-a-day – Day 37 – I wrote a poem about 3-5 years ago about a dead bat I called ‘Henry the Ninth’ who fried himself on the power line that I could see from my kitchen window. When I drew my dodgy cutout bat yesterday, the memory of Henry came flooding back. I can’t find the poem, so the cutout will now retain his name. Artwork in the background, unknown, bought the print in Sydney, the shop also long gone like Henry above.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 36 – May I examine your collection a little?’ asked the white statue, hot tears make kaleidoscope patterns whilst the books lay desolate, artfully blinking. The walnut tree gave a sideways glance colouring her history, refreshments anyone?
Mannequin-a-day – Day 35 – Backstory – The clown featured at the base to this work, the photo was found yesterday looking for another. This was taken in the garage of the last place I lived at. Like a large strip of film flattened for view, this clown photo was on repeat along the wall. Unlike the mystery clown lady, Magenta will never smile for the camera, but she is cool with that.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 34 – Animal spirits, eyes return to detachment, mixing her paints Too late! Dark bunny’s teeth suddenly crossed, stitched, putting ditches in dead ripe fruit, blood ran down
Mannequin-a-day – Day 33 – Porcelain fascination, a spell, sounds, murmurs, footsteps, it moves my instruments and jars, playing tricks, feeding hallucinations to neighbours, mirrors reflecting theatrics, impossible to resist
Mannequin-a-day – Day 32 – Magenta was assigned to watch the garden ‘It had to happen, I’ve got company..’
Mannequin-a-day – Day 31 – ‘he knew that his relationship with her was at the mercy of fortuitous, obscure, and unforeseeable influences.’ – The Fetishist – Michel Tournier, p. 125
Mannequin-a-day – Day 30 – Lets slip through the cracks and off to the woods..
A MURMUR in the trees to note,
Not loud enough for wind;
A star not far enough to seek,
Nor near enough to find;
A long, long yellow on the lawn,
A hubbub as of feet;
Not audible, as ours to us,
But dapperer, more sweet;
A hurrying home of little men
To houses unperceived,—
All this, and more, if I should tell,
Would never be believed.
Of robins in the trundle bed
How many I espy
Whose nightgowns could not hide the wings,
Although I heard them try!
But then I promised ne’er to tell;
How could I break my word?
So go your way and I ’ll go mine,—
No fear you ’ll miss the road.
Emily Dickinson (1830–86) – XC
Mannequin-a-day – Day 29 – Well it’s meant to be, but it’s Sunday here & Magenta would rather spend her time in the hallway spooking people of the house. One of her hands is on my desk watching me from a close distance. Title of work ‘The girl with kaleidoscope eyes’ a line from ‘Lucy in the sky with diamonds’ via The Beatles due to searching online ‘kaleidoscope’ and thought yes that works with the pic. – Model – Jess Martin
Mannequin-a-day – Day 28 – Dare I ask.. Is it time to come out of the cupboard? I think so.. Three photos about town in Sydney morphed into one. There was a great DJ mix on the radio when I saw the cupboard yesterday, art won this time, but that is cause I know I can get my hands on the music still ^-^
Mannequin-a-day – Day 27 – FROM us she wandered now a year,
Her tarrying unknown;
If wilderness prevent her feet,
Or that ethereal zone
No eye hath seen and lived,
We Ignorant must be.
We only know what time of year
We took the mystery. – Emily Dickinson (1830–86) – CIX
Mannequin-a-day – Day 27 extra – DEATH is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
“Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir,
I have another trust.”
Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.
Emily Dickinson (1830–86) – XXXI
Mannequin-a-day – Day 26 – Today my laptop and a geri computer ganged up on me. The laptop I’m thinking was invaded by the weeping angels from a Doctor Who series and now playing dead, the other just blah and more blah. RAAAAAA & GRRRRRR to both of you with the F word as a final salute. This artwork is dedicated to both these fxxkers, Magenta and friends are watching you..
Mannequin-a-day – Day 25 – You shine through the darkness, A single flame in a sea of emptiness. I am drawn to you, Captivated by your secret beauty. Wonder seeps through your every aspect, An air of mystery surrounds you. I watch from afar, Observing your every emotion. Hope emits from your presence, A faith so strong it overwhelms nature. Suddenly you go out. And once again I am Lost In this Sea of emptiness. – ‘Candle’ – Poetry by – ‘Oh my stars’
Mannequin-a-day – Day 25, extra – The Oenanthe crocata plant found in Europe, contains a killer toxin, oenanthotoxin. If digested the plant relaxes the muscles around your lips and forces you to smile, even when you’re in the throes of fatal convulsions, however my bunch of flowers I hope just make you smile, without permanency!
Mannequin-a-day – Day 24 – Chance memories, thoughts more saturated, zoning in and out, the flowering of the strange.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 23 – Creatures of the night awake..
Mannequin-a-day – Day 22 – Like stars in the night, Guiding wandering souls home, Marbles of delight – Davor Milijkovic | Model – Jess Martin
Mannequin-a-day – Day 21 – Will you be a wallflower or ringmaster in all his/her splendour from the circus passing through town, or?
Mannequin-a-day – Day 20 – Backstory
Returning from her weekly clown gig, Magenta saw Kevin mannequin in the shop window with someone else & saw intimacy.
She is trying on ring sizes but on the flipside all she can think about is sawing Kevin & it might not be pretty..
(Kevin’s name was chosen due to the character Kevin the cat from the series ‘Portlandia’, loved this episode in particular)
Mannequin-a-day – Day 19 – Artwork title ‘The lost province of Akebia’
Mannequin-a-day – Day 18 – On the threshold between existence and non-existence
Mannequin-a-day – Day 17 – And so it begins..
Mannequin-a-day – Day 16 – Extra! Doll ritual taking place
Mannequin-a-day – Day 16 – ‘She talked in charms & dreams’ – Quote from a treated Victorian novel by Tom Phillips ‘A Humument’ my favourite book from uni days and perhaps current from a creative perspective
Mannequin-a-day – Day 16 – ‘Unicorn’ – deeper than the skies is the mystery of her eyes, deeper than the ocean, is the dance of her walk in motion, deeper than the wild, is her voice so powerful but tenderly mild, deeper than the depths of the universe, falling in love with such a girl is yet, but a blessing and a curse…’
Poetry – Zina Lisha
Mannequin-a-day – Day 15 – An alternative darker version to the previous days shoot, plus different ‘fabric’ makeup, some filters & in the real world baby powder, next time utilised outside!
Mannequin-a-day – Day 14 – Undefined activities a happening thing..
Mannequin-a-day – Day 13 – ‘The sweetest fruit, Falls deeply in the river, Of wondrous romance’ – James Cottrell. Other photos of Magenta had this poem inside the frame more close up to read, but I chose this one as she looks like she’s an extension from the protea flower bunch
Mannequin-a-day – Day 12 – ‘We’re so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty! Oh you know that I’d do anything for you’ – Lyrics sampled from ‘The LoveCats’ – The Cure
Mannequin-a-day – Day 11 – ‘I am the lizard queen!’
Mannequin-a-day – Day 10 – Hard times.. but this cake is worth fighting for ^-^ Mandy (fab house with retro brilliance within, wig & accessories) & Ali (killer pavlova maker) thank-you both all round xx
Mannequin-a-day – Day 9 – Lighting, low, appetite for love, high..
Inspired by Aubrey Beardsley’s illustrations, that are dream like exotic, kinky, erotic and fetish amongst theatrical and lavish garden settings etc.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 8 – Magenta in her ‘Grimes’ t-shirt and sticker, sitting pretty in her ‘princess faux foliage’ clip. Resin jewellery made by the gal taking the photo with plastic animals, star cut foil and ribbons etc within. Seahorse swizzle stick kidnapped from a bar, now enjoying downtime like no other..
Mannequin-a-day – Day 7 – Stop and smell the roses.. Femme fatale, red equals love and danger! Two photos as one with an added graphic made from scratch to go.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 6 – Magenta’s werewolf skeleton friend looks super cute after surgery this morning adding his right eye. Mannequin power activated with Magenta’s fairy light ball to ward off evil spirits. Found my Barbie arm ear-rings this morning, another surgery procedure totally worth doing.. Will upload one or two variations to this photo in a few days time.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 5 – Pets are great, but a faux chimera skeleton is Magenta’s play feature creature.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 4 – Colour and all things whimsical work for me, on the flipside love the dark, nightfall and freaky things associated. In this photo, a burgundy fabric was hung in the trees to the background, it kind of reminds me of a bleeding heart duelled with Magneta’s right hand resting under her feathered attire near her heart in front. Maybe she holds a flame still for a mannequin in the shop she was bought from? He he
Mannequin-a-day – Day 3 – Magenta is wearing a band t-shirt of Faith No More that happily declares ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY FUCKER’. Inclusive is an alternative view of my pretty to show off her love of cherry docs and striped socks.
Mannequin-a-day – Day 2 – Found within the pages of Dr Seuss book whilst waiting for an ultrasound ‘One fish two fish red fish blue fish’ – ‘Today is gone. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one. Every day, from here to there funny things are everywhere’. Twins! Hollywood style through these diamond windows, not in the photographer :)
Mannequin-a-day – Day 1 – This free spirited green haired princess always seeks
unconventional ways to go about her day. She likes this quote ‘Our lives are like islands in the sea, or like trees in the forest, which commingle their roots in the darkness underground’ – William James