Showing posts with label Fancy (Whimsy). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fancy (Whimsy). Show all posts

Sunday, February 2, 2014

The Fairy Tales of Science by John Cargill Brough (1857)

Source. A book that decides to tell some lessons of elementary science in the language of alchemy, magic and fairy stories.


"In the year 1746, an ingenious Dutchman actually managed to coax him into a glass bottle, coated within and without with metal, but the Spirit soon escaped from his narrow prison by passing through the limbs and body of the experimentalist, who received such a violent shock that he was compelled to take to his bed. This incident, however, did not deter the philosopher from prosecuting his inquiries, and his endeavours to construct a secure prison were eventually crowned with success.

Six years after this, an American sage summoned the now docile Spirit from the clouds during a thunderstorm, by means of a boy's kite, and thus proved the identity of lightning and that force which for two thousand years was regarded as an emanation peculiar to rubbed amber.

The nineteenth century was heralded in by the announcement of a still greater fact. A learned Italian now found that he could dispense with all the old machinery of incantation, and evoke the Amber Spirit by the action of acids upon metals. He piled up alternate disks of zinc and copper, kept separate by the interposition of moistened pasteboard, and with this simple apparatus he obtained absolute control over the movements of the Spirit. He compelled him to travel along metal wires of any length; to force asunder the elementary atoms of water; to bring to light substances hitherto unknown, and to perform a hundred other feats equally wonderful. The Spirit was vanquished—the lightning was chained—and man reigned supreme."

Monday, January 20, 2014

Things Imagined for Malls

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Queens, NY. "Grace explained to me that the bronze statue we admired in the Mall “represents the Chinese cowboy. He’s depicted as a gentle, playful child, much different than the Macho Men of the American West.” Source.


Part of Mamilla Mall's Biblical Series. Source.

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 Living Statue. Source.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Interview with with Shigeru Miyamoto, Creater of Super Mario (in Three Volumes)

I saw this article posted by Sheila Heti on Facebook. A fascinating talk of the conceptualization behind Super Mario Brothers, with the video game designer speaking as the (humble? unaffected?) auteur. This article is divided into three volumes and multiple parts, accessible from the links below.

Volume 1

Volume 2

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Henry Darger, The Vivian Girls and The Realms of the Unreal

At the folk art museum.
Hidden in Henry's Room: The Secret Life of a Janitor
Google Images.

"At the heart of Darger’s work is the massive tale, The Story of the Vivian Girls, in what is Known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinian War Storm, Caused by the Child Slave Rebellion. Begun around 1910, In the Realms of the Unreal took Darger over twenty years to complete and provided the foundation for his art for the rest of his life. The story follows the misadventures of his seven heroines—the Vivian sisters, aged five to eight—as they fight countless battles in a war of good against evil.

Through tracing, carbon copying, and collage, Darger appropriated elements of popular culture to create the mural-sized collages and drawings that illustrated the fantastical scenes of In the Realms of the Unreal . He lifted settings, figures, flora, and fauna from children’s books, comics, newspapers, and magazines. Breathing life info the figures, he added personalized touches that divorced them from their original contexts: little girls gained penises or were given bird or butterfly wings and ram horns to form “Blengiglomeanean Spirits,” creatures who aided the Vivian girls in battle.

Darger was a fervent collector, and his one bedroom apartment was filled with his writings, art, and source materials. His complex drawings, which were stitched together to form compositions up to nine and a half feet in length, were so large that they could not be opened in the small apartment. Instead, they were stored in a stack on the artist’s bed; Darger himself slept in a chair. Yet there was an underlying order to this seemingly chaotic environment. Darger’s attention to detail can be seen in the way he handled his supplies. He attached individual labels to small paint pots to identify the colors inside. He gave whittled down pencils extending devices so that every last stub could be used. He transformed coloring books or even city phonebooks into receptacles for his collected imagery, filling every page with clippings and bundling the scrapbooks in stacks bound by twine." Source.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Edward Gorey - Poems, Stories Online and Miscellania

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Flip Through Gorey Titles Cheaply and as Loudly as You Wish on Amazon
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Miscellania


Thursday, September 2, 2010

What a Cake of Soap Will Do (1890)

From Open Collections Program: Women Working: 1800-1930--an interesting collection of old catalogs targeting a primarily North American homemaker readership--the below comes from Proctor and Gamble: What a Cake of Soap Will Do. This illuminated manuscript is a twenty-three page ad in rhyming verse, flowery prose, with printer's ornaments, drawer-ly illustrations.

Loads of pause can be had herein at the generous scribbler's verve expended on, in one instance, the scene of attendees at a magic lantern show (beloved pets + circus animals) exchanging stories about Ivory Soap's purity.

If Ivory's point has not been landed  by the time the Elders of  Brownies have commented about the scourge of dandruff afflicting country fairies, then one is either likely not the intended audience--or dead inside.

Mark also the family doctor who tests the validity of product claims himself; the village of trades cast as characters--like main street America back in the day was verbatim smurf village; the liberal sprinkling of Gibson girls, English lords, and a whole host of by-the-numbers fancy stock types. An enjoyable, only slightly sinisterly commercial, testament to a time when ads were not solely a *visual* medium. Also, a case for, maybe, why they should be.

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