Moon spell

Apparently, something amazing happened in the cosmos yesterday.

'Just absolutely awesome! I mean, beyond any expectations! It was so surreal!' said a woman on the news from Kentucky.

Smothered under under a thick layer of morose cloud, however, the UK didn't get to see much of it. 'Britons left underwhelmed by partial solar eclipse', intoned the glum online headlines.

Even so, it was fun to look at pictures on the internet of crowds of people gazing skywards in their special black googles, having a magical experience.

An eclipse only happens every now and again – but the sun coming up every morning and the stars coming out every night are no less of a magical miracle. It might sound trite but it's true.

I love to look at the moon and always marvel at how beautiful and mysterious it is. No wonder there is so much folklore spun around it.

Below is a commission I undertook a few years ago, called 'Moon Spell'.

Pearl

Moon Spell.jpg

Do you believe?

'You're reminding me of a drawing, in your black dress... it's from a Roald Dahl book...'

My colleague Romy clicked her fingers as she tried to summon the name of the book. Her eyes brightened. 'The Witches!'

'Oh right,' I said.

'No, no! It's a compliment, definitely a compliment!' said Romy.

We found the drawing, by Quentin Blake, on my phone. I've posted it below.

Later, I looked up Roald Dahl and found this beautiful quote. It is the final line from his last book, The Minpins:

'And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.'

Pearl

Illustration by Quentin Blake 

Illustration by Quentin Blake 

Double-edged sword

'You're about to cut someone's f***ing balls off!'

 

I had the interesting experience of being photographed for a fashion shoot yesterday, and the director was leaping around in a splendid pair of shoes, shouting directions and inspiration.

I was wielding around a shotgun and an antique sword, dressed in outlandish Victorian-inspired garb, my face daubed in white paint.

Maybe this isn't a good thing – but I can tell you, there is definitely something empowering that comes with brandishing large weapons!

It's made me think about accoutrements of power and the illicit thrill that they can bring.

Perhaps sometimes they are weapons, other times maybe a dog or a mean-looking car, a pair of lethally spiked shoes, a flick of eyeliner...

I was reminded of an old sketch I drew while listening to a track called Swords by Leftfield.

I managed to find it and have posted it below.

Pearl