December 13, 2009

The Pictish tattoo. Part1#

Perspectives on Pictish Body Adornment.

By Michael Lothian.

The ancient people of Scotland, those confederation of pre-Celtic tribes, they who have come to be known as the Picts, who have stoked the imagination of generations since their cultural collapse so long ago, and whilst their blood continues to flow through the veins of their descendants, their language and customs do not. Hence the passage of time that has distanced us from them and due to the limited and sparse sources of information we have on the Picts, many conclusions have been drawn or better put guessed and because of such, hypothesis after hypothesis has been spawned, romantic and nationalistic sentiment evolved with tales to match, some times being more mythological than factual, though in many cases there is reliable evidence also, more than enough on some topics to put pieces of the puzzle together in order to further understand Scotland’s ancestors. However, controversy and contention persists between academics and historians, both sides of an argument are at times able to be as compelling as each other, though as in Highlander the movie as it is in my thinking; “there can be only one” in the end, one way of thinking, one consensus in all things, though we are no where near agreeing on many things, such is humanities dilemma in the small and great things of life, because in terms of the Picts we simply do not have all the facts?

Highlander. 1986 –

Questions regarding the life and activities of the Picts will perhaps never be fully or confidently known despite many people’s attempts to understand such and it certainly doesn’t stop people from discrediting various findings or writings of well-meaning people, the words and writings of some can indeed seem unforgiving and merciless towards those that err or write opposing arguments, though isn’t that the nature of understanding and deduction, refining information and evidence through the accumulative sum of knowledge, that through new insight all ideas are either laid to rest or built upon, there is no shame in such nor condescension due, for sometimes without the zeal to make assumption or mistake, a lesson or portion of knowledge is sometimes never learnt, though more disconcerting is that pride and insecurity makes a person unteachable, therefore unwilling to accept different perspectives.

Some times you get the feeling that some people just want to be the first to do or say something, to unveil some hidden evidence or link and claim ones historical place in unravelling the mysteries of the Picts. The race to understand Pictish symbols and the stone carvings they are found upon seem to bring out these human flaws and make for what was once called un-sportsman like behaviour? A most unprofessional way to hedge your interests and or secure your research is to be selective or silent with regard to certain ideas and information or becoming unwaveringly oppositional to those sources that threaten your ideas.  If something contradicts or under minds your findings and work then either leave it out or discredit it seems to be the tact of some, ones motivation and lack of conscience or want for success can at times cause truth to become the first casualty in historical research, whether purposely or under self-deceit, though ultimately no anthropologist, historian or archaeologist can hold back the truth or remain unchallenged when the earth is continually giving up its secrets.

Fanciful depictions of Picts produced in the 1700’s.

Many people write passionately on most Pictish topics, though the issue of Picts and tattoos remains largely untouched, marginally entertained or denied public discussion, the odd internet forum and blog may contain some brief discourse on it, though rarely or next to never is the topic properly addressed or discussed in a book, why is this so? It makes for interesting reasoning and presents potentially challenging ramifications that could alter the findings of the status quo of Pictish research?

In some cases Pictish tattooing creates a hesitancy in researchers, leading them to treat certain texts with out the credibility needed to effectively be included in important research, though they are most willing to accept information from that same document that aids their research on different topics, thus, even weights of application are needed in such circumstances, a failure to use such methods may prevent an obstacle to the even and seemingly logical perspective they put forward, though this does not make their judgements and findings sound.  As a card-carrying tattoo appreciator, it would seem that I am predisposed to believing that the Picts did indeed tattoo themselves and not just merely temporarily paint their bodies, though they could have done both depending on the occasion, the viability of this I will discuss later? Where as there is a solid number of medieval and historical buffs that question or entirely discredit the possibility of having the practice of tattooing within Pictish culture.

Various Pictish animals and designs found on Pictish stones

Here I will not attempt to challenge such people and their thinking, as their knowledge and authority surely out weighs mine, but I am not one to shy from heated discussion, I am not a historian but simply a lover of my country’s history, I am not overcome by its romanticism and nationalistic fervour, though I am proud none the less of its accomplishments and it historical figures, I embrace the truth as far as I know it and seek not to perpetuate false understanding or the creation of cultural myth and identity. Though, I will simply put forward my thoughts on Pictish tattooing as a means to allow all information, as much as humanly possible, to be considered in defining its inclusion into the fabric of understanding the Picts and the possibility that they did indeed tattoo themselves?

*TO BE CONTINUED.

Copyright. 2009. Michael Lothian.

December 12, 2009

Caught my eye!

Senegal born actress Aisa Maiga……Nuff said.

December 12, 2009

My GOD Son break’in it down.

Go darren, go Darren, go Darren……………..

November 19, 2009

Auckland Tattoo Convention 2009.

I was fortunate enough to marry a woman who saw that i wasn’t travelling too well lately and went and surprised me not long ago by buying me a ticket to New Zealand to hook up with some tattoo buddies and enjoy the Auckland tattoo convention that was recently on the 14th & 15th November. So i flew over for 4 days…….. and am still recovering from the fun.. hehehehhe!

It was great catching up with friends some i had not seen in eight years or so and also the friends that i have newly made.

Below are some images from the convention…………… a real cool vibe, friendly and  out standing tattooing!


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November 6, 2009

On me, art, culture, tattooing and my life.

I have for a while now been on a journey of introspection, of understanding things in my life, therefore this is a personal post more so then others i have written, a very candid one at that, i invite comments, but this is my life, i don’t shy from critic and correction, though rudeness sucks and will be deleted!

As a (happily) married man and an as an artist, over ten years ago I began to take an interest in the heritage and culture of my wife, consequently the same shared heritage of that my children would inhabit. My wife is of Polynesian descent, being both Samoan and Tongan, it was automatic that such would influence my art, this influence would lead to a greater and deeper desire to understand and research my wife’s background, so that i would have substance and a foundation to the direction my art was taking, so as to not trivialize or cause offence through ignorance in the manner and way those Polynesian themes would be included in my work. This grew into passion that extended beyond two island groups, but to every Polynesian culture from the largest of islands to the smallest of atolls, its history, its myths, culture, tattooing, language and art , and most certainly its people.

Me in my garage – makeshift studio, pondering.  2009

This wasn’t a phase in my life, for my wife was not and is not a phase, and since my wife is my partner for life, in many ways Polynesia will always hold significance in our lives, for it is irreversibly intertwined with in our family and home.

My Family. 2007

In time this passion and knowledge in Polynesian topics i attained became coupled through my art, enabling me to understand certain aspects to Polynesian tattooing and history, which gave me an open door at various times to receive a number of tattoos. Many years ago I began designing Polynesian tattoos and selling those designs to clients over the internet, these were not cheap flash, they were done so in consultation with the client, one-off art works not to be repeated. A process would begin and an understanding of cultural obligation, understanding and meaning was attached to each design, I had written up information sheets that i freely gave to clients to inform themselves of what indeed they were asking for, what they in fact could request and on what grounds certain design requests would be refused upon, this was done prior to any work being done, in these times i surely worked more than what i was paid for, this is certain.

Me freshly tattooed. Auckland 2009.

Now and then online and in life, the issues of being a Pakeha, Palagi, Haole (non-polynesian) doing Polynesian design would bring the ire and opposition of some, whilst acceptance and praise was given by many also, mainly from family and those that personally knew me and the type of person i am, and because of the respect and reverence i gave to it and the accuracy i endeavoured to apply to it. For me tattooing is not a trend or fashion accessory, it is a mark of obligation in society,of standing, it is indeed an honourable thing to acquire and in no way associated with the criminal elements of society, you have to hold your self differently, for by what you wear you represent something as much identify with its roots. A person’s passion can polarize opinion and never produce agreement on all points it would seem and simply said “you please some people some time, but you can’t please all the people all the time.” And whilst there are many examples of non-polynesian engaging in Polynesian society, from chiefs, to priests and even tattooists in history, contemporary practice  are viewed differently by some due to the passage of time and damage done to those cultures and the need to own and retain those cultural forms that were harmed so much, in some cases totally annihlated.The need for Polynesians to respectfully own and control their cultural identity is paramount and entirely understood, no argument against such can exist! Though, in our modern era I dare say at some time a balance must be struck, since a great deal of Polynesians today readily tattoo non-polynesian in increasing numbers, travelling the world, taking their art with them. For the most part they do not discriminate as to whom they tattoo, though perhaps as to what they tattoo.

Divisions in some cultures are now apparent, Maori do Ta MOKO for Maori, but tattoo Kirituhi for non-maori, of course the camp remains divided in the legitimacy of such terms, some groups say it is warranted today and traditionally justified, whilst others say “if it flies like a duck and quacks like a duck , then it is indeed a duck!” and that no basis for kirituhi traditionally exists, that ta Moko is Ta Moko irrespective of who wears it? these discussions and unresolved outcomes are best left in Maori hands and hearts, to which i offer no opinion on here.

Oils & Charcoal on wood. Detail of Toa. 2008.

Though, through such cultural transaction and opinion i began to look to my own heritage and art practice and the need for me to identify with the history of my own people, though the question i still ask myself is how far back do i go?

I argue that who we may be as a person, a race or a culture today was not so in times past and that the further back in time we go the less we become who we are today and vice versa. That life on earth is temporal, ( ideologies of eternity and the cosmos are diverse & many, i am speaking of earthly consequence and not spiritual perspectives here)  with each generation a change whether by force or choice has changed us continually that we can at times bare only slight resemblances of our ancient and pre-history ancestors, to which the further we go back in time it is either God(s), a big bang  or indifference that we all ultimately identify in, the difference is us? Though rejoice in who we are this day!

For some time now I have been dealing with many personal issues, it has brought suffering and confusion on many levels, thus the black dog has been my daily, though unwanted loyal companion. I have not been able to pursue things artistically it has been “a time of being still” i call it, my art has suffered, as has my life in general, i have ceased doing Polynesian tattoo design (for how long or for ever i do not know?) over the internet as well, I do not have it in me to continue in these things and though I carry a store house of knowledge, I have had to lay it all down. Our bodies and heart will only allow us to do so much, i tried in earnest to battle through it and persist, though when your heart and body speak you can not fight it, you must surrender to it some times (not always though?) and concerning Polynesian  tattooing i wrestle also, as a Palagi, irrespective of my connections and ties, the modern world can quickly cause a cultural or religious icon to become a commodity, ones ambition and drive for money must not kurupt ones heart or best intentions, your conscience must be honest and clear, working that tricky balance between earning a living and exploitation and usury.

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The very cool Ben Harper and his Ta MOKO/Kirituhi designs? (Jack Johnson& friends.)

In al of this i am slowly following a cautious impulse to follow the bloodline of my own people and the need to understand the changing history of Scotland and it’s people, as it is for most part for all peoples across the globe. The truth behind national and cultural identity is often marred by history, political intrigue, betrayal, prejudice and hidden or suppressed truth, with romanticized figures and nationalistic sentiment that can seek to forget a multitude of sins both endured and committed. We can easily puff out our chests over cultural history and glorify much, but can we dare see it’s weaknesses, for some they have never been able take pride in their heritage, down trodden, defeated and assimilated, taught to detest the very language they speak or the colour of their skin by their new rulers, a restoration in pride and culture strength is necessary in such circumstances, autonomy, sovereignty and respect afforded to all, though their will come a time when we all will respectfully to need to dare to acknowledge our weaknesses as individuals, cultures, societies and countries, that we are not perfect and nor are out histories collectively, that we will need to acknowledge further our failings and it’s charades, dare we see it for how it truly is, in doing so we might just find we have more in common then we do in our differences, after all people are people and to think of yourself higher or more righteous then another is pride and such invites a fall, these are the sins of empires and nations past.

I have a name and by it i am known and called, i am son of Scottish immigrants, whose arrival to Australia in 1956 was done so on the tail end of some of the most tortuous and harsh 2000yrs a nation can endure, a nation of mixed blood, of many kingdoms and peoples, of Picts, Scots/Gaels and Norseman, of ancient unknowns and origins, mythological and scientific guessing. The Scotland of today is a far cry of a hundred years ago and light years away from the mists of its beginnings.

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Olga Kurylenko playing the role of a PICT in the up & coming movie CENTURION.

I contain many peoples, but i am neither quarter, half or empty of either, for I am one, full of all. This awareness has changed my thinking and placed me on a path, whose destination is unknown to man and perhaps known only to God, but thats ok, who wants to know it all? Theres no happiness in knowing it all and no hope in preempting anything, though there is peace in letting go and letting things be, in the end this is the learning of contentment, something our material world will never know?

We are from origins that did not bear the trappings of our cultural forms today and it is in this truth that perhaps we can understand ourselves better as humans and for me personally what maybe a new start to an artistic and fervent life can eventuate?

Thanx for reading :)

October 29, 2009

From roots we grow?

I have recently spent much time thinking over my life, particularly in terms of my art practice, my influences, those artists that have inspired me or that i have admired for one reason or another, and primarily those that have been major sources or muses in my creativity over the years. I started going way back in fact, to when i was a young child and my teenage years and those sources of comics, cartoons, graffiti and poster art that has played such a vital role in honing my artistic desires to this day. Below are the faces of those people that i have thought of so far, perhaps there is more to add? In time i wll do so? If you are not familiar with them just click a head and find out!

Alphonse MuchaArt of the PICTSBernie FuchsCharles GoldieRomare Bearden

DondiFrank FrazettaFutura 2000Rick GriffinGeorge Lambert

Norman RockwellJean Michel BasquiatConstantin BrancusiSKEMEVaughn Bode

June Granthttp://images.smh.com.au/ftsmh/ffximage/2009/01/27/astrix_narrowweb__300x288,0.jpgPaul Gauguin

Jack KirbyVincent van GoghKäthe KollwitzHenri MatisseLarry Rivers

Pablo PicassoRobyn Kahukiwa

October 29, 2009

The Wildman of Wildsville.

Beany & Cecil – The Wildman of Wildsville (1959)

October 28, 2009

Yogi Bear.

Such a cool image! ;)

October 28, 2009

Lust for life.

In 1955/56 Actor Kirk Douglas portrayed the artist Vincent Van Gogh in the film “Lust For Life”, a movie based on Irving Stone’s biography of the same name, largely formed from the letters mailed between Vincent and his Brother Theo. Shot on location in Arles, France, co-starring Anthony Quinn in what he said was one of his most favourite characters and roles to play, Quinn himself an artist , though unfulfilled till later in life would of possibly played the role for free if needed. I have always liked Vincents work, i studied him open mindedly in university and gave talks on him in class, his life, drawings and paintings, a life that is not so straight forward, though intense, passionate and largely misunderstood!

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Kirk Douglas’ portrayal as Vincent is memorable and the whole movies attention to detail is perfect, most definitely a favourite film of mine. “Lust for life” has been expressed by some as “evocative” and “uncompromising” perhaps qualities that Vincent himself ultimately in death possessed?

Kirk Douglas on location in Arles France during the shooting of the film.

I simply fall in love every time i watch a movie from the 1950’s filled with its Eastman colour, hues and tones that so aptly capture that period of such cinematic work. everything was low tech and hands on compared to the studios of today, though everything was used to the enth degree.

I can’t help but feel sadness and kinship with Vincent, obstacles that others set in his life, from failure as a minister in churchianity (yes the difference between true christianity and church based institutions.) as an art dealer, artist and lover. Vincent was misunderstood and awkward in some social settings it would seem, as opposed to the buffed out chest bellows and life style of his one time friend Paul Gauguin, as Gauguin would say “he (Vincent) a sensitive and i am savage!”

Quinn as Gauguin and Kirk having a drink & talking art.

Sadly, Vincent Van Gogh only ever sold one painting in his life time, that being “Red Vineyard at Arles.” It was not until his death that Van Goghs popularity and collectability would flourish and grow, his fame in the 20th century would know no bounds it would seem. Though in his life he was largely an oddity or unnoticed?

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Red Vineyard at Arles. c.1888

Today Vincent’s painting  the “Portrait of Dr Gachet” commands a price of  in excess of $130 million, the one time owner Ryoei Saito, who is now deceased once said of the painting that it was his wish to be buried with the painting, though retracted such a statement from the outcries it recieved, Vincent is surely the man indeed, up there with Michangelo in our collective minds, ironically igored in life, but reverred and celebrated in death, what a stuffed up and deluded world indeed!

Don’t worry Vincent God still loves ya!

October 27, 2009

Whiteley’s way.

As a young lad in my mid teens i was enamoured by the art work of Brett Whiteley, one of Australia’s most notable or known artists. His many addictions and his need to push creativity beyond the boundaries of destructive habit (his philosophical perspective) dis-enabled him to venture beyond the 1990’s,

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Remembering Lao Tse (Shaving off a Second)
Pencil, Pen and Ink on Paper.

dieing in solitude in the sea-side town of Thirroul south of Sydney, crucified by needle and alcohol, Brett Whiteley overdosed on heroin and cut short a life that perhaps he could not live anymore?  I can’t help but think that his success was his demise, sure he had used drugs steadily from the 1960’s, though was that what killed him, in the end it did, but was it the beginning of his end? Was the drugs just the end game and not systemic of his battles or problems? I can’t help think that because a commercially successful artist is known by a style of subject matter etc, that such things are expected to continue by gallery owners, audiences and agent’s, that experimentation and new directions in an artists path are not always invited, that the possible disapproval or paranoia of disapproval from the public and critics, is a mechanism of fear to some artists that arrests their creativity and binds them to predictability, prison indeed for many artists? Was Brett in this type of prison, was he free to be or was he bound and thus stagnant in his art towards the end, living an unsatisfied existence, perhaps the piper had run out tunes to play for Sydney’s art scene? Perhaps he thought that under such conditions he would only make it to the pinnacle of the NSW art Gallery and not beyond?

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The Turquoise Prince
Ink and oil on board and collage.

I often think of his artistic influences; Van Gogh, Rembrandt, Modigliani, Francis Bacon, Matisse etc. His admiration for certain artists, the appropriation of painterly elements and intensity towards them is undeniable in his work and sure Brett Whiteley was talented, though predictable, I am sure he had more in him to give, new directions in art to take and more heights to scale, however for a while i wasn’t sure who was wearing the emperor’s new clothes, Brett or the Australian art scene?

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Self portrait in the studio 1976.

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A DIFFICULT PLEASURE- Documentry.

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BRETT WHITELEY – LEST WE FORGET. 1939-1992.

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