Aged to Perfection

There is something comforting in the warm tones of aged leather.  Most antiquarian books available today are used and have lived for a time in the unique conditions of someone else's library.  As a result, these books have been subject to differing amounts of sunlight, moisture, and wear.  Although detrimental to the health of the leather, these effects produce the character which leather exhibits so well.



Sometimes a little wear and tear is becoming on an aged book.



Around Trent University

Trent University, I was recently informed, has one of the largest campuses in Ontario.  This is because it is primarily woodland and farmland.  Being a student of Trent and having a fondness for wilderness areas, it was not long before I was arriving at school with a camera instead of my books.

During my first foray, I found a few of these guys in various stages of growth. I believe it is the yellow-orange fly agaric.



I wonder if they are edible.  Not the mushrooms...they might give me a stellar vision and a stomach ache, but these berries look awfully tasty.

Learning and Stuff

I have been weilding the camera only a few months now, and I can say with confidence that I have learned something. I have a lot to learn. Like all new endeavors, answering question number one leads to a whole new array of questions. Of course, in discovering just how much there is to 'know' about photography, I have realized that so much of that knowledge is a product of trial and error. In this sense, there are things I will never know until I have taken part in the events that lend such knowledge. But this pretty much goes without saying doesn't it. This is the human experience at its finest; the discovery of something new and the rigorous process of understanding it.

Another thing I have learned is that I like to take pictures of stuff.

I consider spiderwebs to be stuff as well

A New Fascination

Over the summer I was introduced, quite unexpectedly, to photography. The camera had always been a means of creativity reserved for others, never myself, and I approached it at first with tentative and humble sentiments.

Lake Kennisis in the Haliburton Highlands is a place I am altogether unfamiliar with, living a few hours south and rarely venturing far from home (much to my chagrin). I was staying with a friend and, as we hadn't done our homework beforehand, found ourselves inside staring out at a storm-tossed Lake Kennisis. Our plans of wakeboarding and waterskiing would have to wait. My friend quickly found himself sleeping the weather out, leaving me to entertain myself.

After fishing to no avail I began a tour of the small peninsula which our cottage was situated on. Having just rained and being a very moist environment I found the area to be covered in fungi. The range of species was incredible. I happen to have a certain fondness for mushrooms, and upon entering the cottage I exclaimed, "I wish I had a camera!" My friends father simply looked at me and said, "well use mine." A few moments later he returned with a Nikon DSLR, a contraption wholly unfamiliar to me. I was quite careful receiving it, but within minutes it felt like an extension of myself.

The rest of the day was spent wading through muck and wet underbrush searching for perfect specimen to capture. It was exhilerating and extremely satisfying. I felt closer to my surroundings, somehow afforded the justification for crawling through the wilderness like an animal. There was also a certain sense of adventure; in searching for subjects to shoot I would often find myself in places I wouldn't normally venture, at least not with a warm cottage nearby.

Naturally it was only a few weeks before I picked up a Canon from the local Futureshop. Here are some pictures I've taken thus far.

My Books

My first leather bound book, Castle Dangerous by Sir Walter Scott, sparked an insatiable craving for supple leather and finely aged paper. I've been on the hunt ever since, scouring whole cities for any sign of the elusive things, often dissapointed. On some rare occasions, however, I've been extremely lucky. Below are two of my favourites.

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam -1916



The Book of Rubies - 1866
Both of these books were $20. The second one, "The Book of Rubies" isn't in the greatest condition, as you can see on the spine here, but the front more than makes up for it.

Jungle Temple

I've decided to post some of my old jungle art. Taking one good look at this I can see a lot of room for improvement. What I notice most is a lack of familiarity with an actual jungle environment. Yeah...I can somehow see the moon through the trees, which all somehow look to be devoid of leaves. Of course, there are more details that need improving but you can probably pick them out. So yes, there is quite a lot this picture is lacking. It does inspire me though, the colours are sombre and the temple looks remote and mysterious, not foreboding...but somehow beckoning to be investigated. This was done by quickly sketching in black ink and painting with watercolour.

Entheogens in Maya Ritual

The Ancient Maya practiced certain rituals with the aid of hallucinogenic substances. Psychotropic flora and fauna used in a ritual context are termed entheogens and I wish to speak in particular about mushroom use. While deciphering the codices of the Maya is beyond my humble scholarly expertise, I believe that even a novice could make out the vaguely mushroom like apparatus wielded by the standing individual above.

This is the amanita muscaria, also known as fly agaric. The six bulbous protrusions appearing on the codex 'mushroom' have an uncanny resemblance to the white patches of the Amanita muscaria. The agaric is psychoactive and does indeed grow in the highland regions of Mesoamerica among pine forests.

Today A. muscaria is recognized by the Quiche-Maya as Cakuljd Ikox (lightning mushroom), hinting at it's supernatural qualities. It was termed Xibalba ikox in the Vico dictionary, a colonial account of indigenous words, meaning 'mushroom of the underworld'. In the Dresden codex, the mushroom is associated with the Mayan glyph cimi, the symbol for death. It becomes apparent that the mushroom has a intimate relationship with death, but the nature of that relationship is not so readily apparent.
Predominantly found in Guatemala the agaric is just one of several hallucinogenic fungi found in Central America. Ethnographic accounts reveal another fungus, Stropharia cubensis, that enjoys usage today by at least two Maya groups: the Ch'ol and Lacandon of Southern Mexico. S. cubensis is a dung fungus reliant on ruminant species: grass-eaters like camels, derr, bison, and sheep. In pre-Columbian Mesoamerica, deer were the only ruminant species capable of carrying and germinating the spores. With this in mind it is important to consider the deer and its nature in Maya iconography.

The deer is considered a being of the underworld and associated with hallucinations, trance-like states, and ritual performances. On this Maya vase, the central figure is a deer, performing some form of ritual amongst other anthropomorphic beasts. The figure on the left appears to be vomiting: a standard form of ritual purification. The individual on the right looks to be engaged in an enema. A fermented honey mead is thought to have been administered in this manner. That the deer is associated with these images suggests that it had some fundamental role in the ritual experience.
The mushroom, as seen in page XVIII of the Madrid Codex, held a unique niche in elite rituals. With its strong ties to death, it was a cosmic key, a device used to obtain ancestral authority for elite endeavours.

Dark Fantasy Art

Perhaps it was my early childhood fascination with lego and all things creative that spurred my love of the fantasy genre. I almost hate to say the word now, its utterance conjuring all manner of archetypal individuals and locations. In reality, fantasy is much more integral to our lives than we give it credit for. Simply gazing up at the night sky impresses upon the mind a whole host of images and realities that exist only in our imagination and, with a little help from science and it’s irrevocable rationale, we can bend and mould these ideas into a working form that may echo some truth. It this what fantasy means? is it finding some truth in an idea so far flung that we need to justify it with something concrete. I hope not, but then I think fantasy is a working genre, enabling people to do anything with it.

In any case the art I enjoy is almost always inspired by some fantastic element. Luis Royo is one of my favourite artists, blending a healthy amount of dark fantasy with women.

Kris Verwimp is another favourite. He paints album covers for black metal musicians and, like Royo, favours a darker atmosphere for his paintings