#grotesque
‘So the boy whom the dark people called Menes smiled more often than he wept as he sate playing with his graceful kitten on the steps of an oddly painted wagon.’
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Legend tells that the Lincoln Imp was turned to stone after causing havoc in the cathedral. The city of Lincoln have adopted the grotesque as their mascot- Lincoln, UK
I rendered some characters of the Philippine Mythopoeia book in the style of Renaissance grotesque, with creeping flora, weird fauna, monsters, and deities.
Death as a weird demon. Illustration from the article, “The grotesque.” Form, a quarterly of the arts. April 1916.
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Demonic figures cavorting. Illustration from the article, “The grotesque.” Form, a quarterly of the arts. April 1916.
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Miniature decorative motif (illustration for Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri/Purgatory, Canto 32), 2017
Acrylics on card, 11.4 x 11.4 cm
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130 Then the ground, it seemed to me, opened up
Between the two wheels, and I saw a dragon
Come out and dash its tail up through the carriage;
And, as a wasp retracts its sting, it drew
Its poisoned tail back to itself, tore out
135 Part of the floor, and gloating wandered off.
What was left was covered once again —
As fertile land with grasses — with the feathers,
Offered perhaps with true and kind intention.
Both one wheel and the other and the pole-shaft
140 Were once more covered with them in less time
Than it would take the mouth to heave a sigh.
Transformed in this way, the sacred structure
Sprouted heads upon its different parts,
Three on the pole and one each at the corners.
145 The three were horned like oxen, but the four
Had just a single horn upon their foreheads:
Never was seen a monster like that rig!
Seated there securely, like a fortress
On a steep hill, a whore appeared to me,
150 Ungirt, with eyes agog to rove about.
And I saw standing by her side a giant,
As if he watched that no one take her from him,
And they, time after time, kissed one another.
But when she turned her lustful, roving eyes
155 On me, then that ferocious paramour
Beat her unmercifully from head to foot.
Then filled with jealousy and fierce with rage,
He tore the monster loose, and dragged it off
So far through the woods that just the trees
160 Screened me from the whore and that strange beast.
(trans. James Finn Cotter)
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Transfiguratio Mortis, by Emil Melmoth.
Drawings by Franz Kafka.
The Literary Estate of Max Brod, National Library of Israel, Jerusalem,
Photos by Ardon Bar Hama
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