And here she is again. I truly find this the most captivating face we have from Dynastic Egypt - far more so than the exaggerated beauty of Nefertiti or Akhenaten. This is the face of a woman Got Shit Done
While many Egyptian statues had neutrally pleasant, quite blank faces, the likenesses of Queen Tiye could only have come from life studies. She was never conventionally beautiful, but she had character and stubbornness oozing out of every pore.
When I was a mere crumb of a thing, there was a book in the house all about the treasures of Tutankhamun. Before I could read the words, I wore the ink off the colour insert with my eyes.
It instilled a love of Egyptian art that’s been with me ever since. I love the colours, the texture, the repetitive stylised patterns, the way the artists could get so much humour, humanity and variation within such rigid traditional constraints.
I hardly ever use colour in my art. I just find that I’ve moved on before I really get to the colour stage - I’m already planning my next scribble. But the love of intricate pattern and repetitive blocks of texture are still there, and still infest so many of my scribbles. And sometimes they break out of the margins and go dancing across the rest of the page…
I’ve tried to master crochet so often and ended up in a tangled sad heap in the chair. But there’s a woman I see around town who wears this amazing granny square patchwork ankle length coat, and I crave it. Since I can’t really chase her down and rip it from her back (it wouldn’t fit me anyway) I guess I need to make another attempt at it.
This square is lovely. Kudos to the hooker responsible.
Gunther von Hagens, acid-corrosion cast of the arteries of the adult human hand and forearm
Study of a Head and Hands of St. John the Baptist, c. 1700s
Pompeo Girolamo Batoni (Italian, 1708 - 1787)
Drawing, red chalk with traces of white heightening on toned laid paper squared for transfer, 28.9 x 19.8 cm
Gift from the Estate of R. Fraser Elliott, 2005
Photographer Hengki Koentjoro is driven by “the desire to explore the mystical beauty of nature”. Here he looks for it in the skeletons of sea creatures.
There’s an elegance and beauty in the skeleton that it can be hard to appreciate. In my Dream House I would have bones and skulls among the books in my Library…