@Novelicious tweets a motivational quote about the creative process of writing everyday, every other hour and her quotes are always accompanied by beautiful artwork or photography. I’ve hearted so many great finds from her! And boy does this help with NaNoWriMo, as I’m having a rough start…
Anyway, recently, she tweeted about the artist Catrin Welz-Stein and this gorgeous image:
And I just wanted to float away in this palace suspended in the ocean of the sky. This is like the more fanciful, luxurious, Russian version of Carl’s house in Pixar’s Up. 😛
Apparently Catrin Welz-Stein pulls apart pieces of old out-of-print photos and reassembles them into new pieces digitally, so her art literally leaps from the pages of old books!
And so, here I go with my favorite pieces:
This one’s truly a flight of fancy. I’m by no means an art connoisseur so I really don’t know what the technique is called, but I love the weirdly porcelain looking skin and the strangely detailed textures of the hair and dress and feathers in this piece. It takes the visuals to the perfect spot between realism and surrealism.
Stars and planets make way, the goddess of the galaxy has entered the ballroom! Love the gold undertones. Makes space look candlelit.
Such a beautiful dream palette. The scene brings to mind Yvaine from Neil Gaiman’s Stardust. She hangs the stars in the sky, her dress makes up the night, and her earrings are evening dew drops.
Here’s a lovely winter scene. Reindeers take one through snowy wastes to ballrooms hidden deep within the ice palaces of winter kings and queens.
I’m not sure what to make of this piece. But, the palette sleepwalks me to heady, midnight gardens, marble warmed by days of sun, and chirpings in the night.
This one’s all sorts of creepy (kind of reminds me of Moisturize-me! Cassandra from Doctor Who) but an interesting piece that makes me want to tell a story about it. The lady has a bit of a hopeless expression on her face – a wind goddess imprisoned by a Sorcerer-Sailor, perhaps?
She looks like an ice princess that only visits during the depths of winter. She peers longingly into your window at your warm hearth and your quilted blankets and leaves trailings of ice flowers on the panes.
This one is a playful and peaceful portrait of a pixie! Heh heh, calm down on the alliteration, I know…but if it adds to my NaNo word count…
I do love the nonsensical flavors in surreal art but my mind is always reaching for a story behind it. I’m not sure why this one’s called “Liberty” when everything – the moon, the stars, the clouds, the bird, even – are kind of pinned into place in dreamer girl’s hair? Though the bird looks like it might be coaxed into freedom. Maybe it’s meant to be ironic…
A madam cradles a ship, rocking it gently as it sails into the night. It’s good to have the strong, motherly, assuring hands of guidance when you’re navigating in the dark.
More evening parties on traveling palaces with checkerboard floors and mini Taj Mahals. Book me the room right above the anchor with the dizzying views, please!
Mistress of the constellations, she plucks the strings between the stars and nighttime melodies drift to the city below, lullabies of dreaming and sleep.
Anyway, I hope these scenes of strangeness and surreality help you through the end of week 1 of NaNoWriMo. I think I’m just about ready to return to writing myself…