The eyes at Christmas……

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s random adjectives are: febrile, stocky, oneiric, squalid, harum-scarum, and chesty.
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Well then, Christmas…
It is apparently a religious holiday – I don’t have any religion, so I don’t bother with it – that’s pretty simple, isn’t it? Mind you, it bothers me. I really am trying to not turn this into an unpleasant rant or a tirade dear reader, so I’ll limit myself to just a few brief observations explaining why I find the whole thing so depressing:
The 12 days of Christmas? No, it all kicks off mid-November, and lasts well into the new year; the TV channels become choked with cloying sentimental ‘heartwarming’ Christmas films (five or six a day if you happen to have daytime TV on); town goes crazy with crowds of pushy rude competitive shoppers; buses and cars suddenly start driving through red traffic lights; dazed shoppers get injured by over-stressed bus drivers at the notorious road crossings at the badly designed Hull Interchange; everyone feels obliged to buy presents for everybody else – things that people don’t really need, or actually want – it’s capitalism at full throttle!; it’s all food and booze… And let me tell you this!…
No, really, that’s enough isn’t?…
‘So, Dave, what do you do, if anything, for the festive season?’ Well, just as I send people my postcards, my mail art, I do an annual Christmas card and send them off to whoever had sent me a card the year before. I sometime draw humorous, cheery, but ironic ones, and sometimes I just use one of my drawings as an image, which is what I did this year; I’ve just had a batch of them printed. Here is one:

DSCN4205Yes, I know it’s not very ‘Christmassy’ is it? Perhaps it is actually a bit scary? It’s certainly striking… Still, if people don’t think it is an appropriate celebration of Our Lord’s birth they can always throw it away, or hide it behind a ‘nice’ one. Perhaps one of a snow scene, featuring a loaded stagecoach, with steaming horses, just arrived at an old country inn; it is evening, the sky is darkening, but there is a hint of orange left at the horizon as the sun goes down behind the bare winter trees; welcoming yellow lamplight is glowing inside the building, see the smoke from the log fires curling up from the squat brick chimneys into the frosty air; the rosy-cheeked tubby landlord, stands outside in the slowing descending snowflakes, hands on hips, ready to welcome the travel-weary guests to his hostelry for a hot toddy, a hearty meal, and a warm and comfortable night snug in soft beds… Or something similar…
The drawing is called ‘Big Eyes’; the original is on paper, about 24″ x 18″ and was done in 2010. I copied the eyes from an image taken from the TV of the 1966 film Carry On Screaming. They are those of the lovely Fenella Fielding – so, perhaps not so scary after all…

 

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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2 Responses to The eyes at Christmas……

  1. julie harms says:

    Well happy holidays to you too 🙂

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