I drew some flowers in Java before making the flower lanterns.
This is a planted jungle in a hotel garden that me and Kath went to for breakfast and to find some flowers to draw.The Makings of an Artist
I drew some flowers in Java before making the flower lanterns.
This is a planted jungle in a hotel garden that me and Kath went to for breakfast and to find some flowers to draw.
A performance about global warming at Borobudur. There was a lot going on in this show and I really liked the show. In Java the wet season is late, they rely on the wet season for there crops to grow food. There is also lots of earthquakes and the big Tsunami that happened 4 years before in Sumatra. We may not notice global warming yet in Europe but it is in there faces in Java. I missed an earthquake in Jakarta by only minutes as my plane took off back to England.
These Austrian female troupe were performing at the Borobudur artist centre when we dropped by to visit the centre in Java. They were very serious performers and used the space well. They spoke in Indonesian and Austrian neither of which I could understand.
A very quick sketch of Exi, which I rejected and started a new drawing but Kath liked this drawing so I kept it. Exi got asked up on to stage to perform when Kath was playing. He gave a long talk that people chanted him to stop and get on with singing. They chanted Quack Quack Quack. Which is his song about the parliament that sound like ducks Quacking when they are unable to come to conclusions on topics.
Quack Quack! Exi has a very boytrious nature, but is kind at heart and he lent me his motorbike helmet at 3am in the morning at the festival when I needed to ride home. He was festival security in the night.
Drummer performing with the girls at Borobudor arts centre in Java.
Drummer performing as part of the larger performance at Borobudur artist centre the night of the full moon party. The metal drum is placed on a little hill centre stage.
Buyung Mentari performing at Eloprogo Borobudur arts centre. He speaks and dances as he performs with the musical instrument. The instrument can have different notes and can be used slowly or fast for different effects. It also can be shaken along to music.
Buyung Mentari in a traditional batik skirt which he borrowed from me to perform in. My friend and new sister Ruby Star helped me buy the skirt in Salatiga. Buyung gave me the water stick to take back to England to perform with. Buyung would like to come to England and see Shakespheres plays at the Globe theatre and perform with his theatre company in England.
Two Yoyo's performing at the same gig at Eloprogo in Java, this Yoyo is reading something.
Yoyo here playing the harmonica, Yoyo helped me walk across the water rapids in the river and made banana leaf shoes for my feet that were burning, when I got across to the Island we went hunting for fruit and found a couple of ripe tomatoes.
A glass of water and Buyung drawing by Mia done in a cafe where we went to have mung bean desert but there was so many of us they sold out, we sat on bench's and packed the cafe out.
Although this says Kakuati on it I don't think he is called Kakuati, let me know who he is. he was very funny although I don't understand Indonesian yet.
Rash Mohamad performing at Salatiga university before the Mata air festival. He wore an amazing shirt that looked like a shadow puppet and a big hat to hold his long hair. He raps music and plays with other performers. Everyone loves Ras Mohamad
Kunokiui and his band made up of drummers and recorder and many instruments playing at Salatiga University.
Kunokiui playing at the University before the Mata air festival. I was so busy at the festival I did not get time to see the bands to draw all of them.
This is Kath Ellis and her band playing a t the University in Salatiga, which was an indoor music stage, with several performers plating that night.
Again this her on the last Eloprogo show with impromptu drummer who had performed solo before her show.
Hotel staff magnetic photo board designed by Eloise O'Hare 2009
I am at Rudy and Ness's house in hills surrounded by jungle, sitting in the back garden in an old wooden Javanese style house that has carved wooden pillars and is open air with a room in the roof that Kath stays in and I have a room at the back. I have decided to finish making some of the flower lanterns at the house in the shade. As was going stir crazy making them in amongst so many people making other thinks at the festival base TUK. My bony bum is sore from sitting on the floor, so I sit in a comfy chair and work away all day and night. I am so focused I don't even notice that the people that were busy running around all day in the main house were all gone. I get up to get a glass of water from the kitchen and make my way across the garden to the house when the rabbit called beauty starts chasing me and going for my bare heals with her large teeth. I run to the house and it runs in after me. I run a round the kitchen building and still it chases me. I wonder where it got its energy from when the rabbit was previously ill and laid out on the lawn for days. I continue to run into my room and still the chase is on and then I clamber up on to a chair and wait for the others to come home with the rabbit below me still going for my feet. kath and Ness come home and find me on the chair, yelling about the killer rabbit which the find very amusing. They said the rabbit just wants to be my friend because I gave it some carrots the night before.
Ruby Star in fishermans boat in front of me.
Snake lake Java. Its Sunday afternoon and Anique, fvanie, Rewi and I ride to a big lake from Salatiga on our motorbikes to go fishing. A long narrow winding road takes us there as we pass motorbikes with breast feeding baby's on the back and people bathing in pools and ice cream sellers on bicycles and teenagers hanging in gangs. We arrive at the big lake with a giant snake god mosaic ed across a wall. We park up the bikes and walk across several bamboo rickety old bridges that just sit on the surface of the water. I look down and sea a nest or bundle of bright pink water snail eggs that are clung to water plant that spreads itself all over the lake. I am still frightened of water as my ear has been operated on and one splash will send be back under a general anaesthetic for another mastoid operation, I cling on to thin air and use the eyes on my feet to work out my steps on the rounded bamboo shapes that are bundled together to form a bridge. We climb into a cafe that is on the water, climbing over people sitting and fishing. Anique goes and gets us some iced mandarin drinks and we sit on the floor and look out over the lake.
Photo taken by Okki Trainsyah who rushed to the scene of the lighting of the giant floating lantern that was launched on to Senjoyo water spring after we cleaned out the water of rubbish. The Man is carrying a flower to be planted in Java.
This a photo taken by Rewi of me making lanterns till the first crow call from the Mosque's in the morning, best to go to bed after they start wailing as they wake me up in the middle of my sleep and put me in a bad mood otherwise.
Photo by Okki taken of the lighting of the lantern with a crew of people with matches and long arms to light the oil wick inside several sections of the lantern.
The vegetable oil that comes in a packet. Kath with the festival shirt on and me with Marty Jays Biffo's bonanza circus shirt. Kath and I had not seen each for years. We worked together in Australia for nearly a decade making lanterns and festivals till I got the boot. Make them laugh is are motto and we seem to be naturals at that.
Photo by Rewi. This is a banana tree and leaf lantern workshop at the Mata air festival in Java, all made from Natural materials. Thanks to Buyung for helping me cut the banana trees, which are plants that grow back and thanks for the people at Senjoyo waters for donating the banana from there garden and giving me fresh coconut to eat and drink.
Went out with everyone to Eloprogo an arts centre on the two rivers that meet in central Java, one of the rivers is from a live volcano and the other a dead volcano the one from the dead volcano is warm water. The entrance the the artist centre founded by Sony a Javanese painter, has a large dragon creature made of pebbles. Hundreds of motorbike's were lined up in the car park. We had driven there through the thick fog in the mountains where the temperature dropped suddenly. Luckily I got a puncture on my bike outside the house so could not ride there, but Hugh and Rewi road behind us in the car.
The audience drawn here sat in the auditorium that was seats cut into the cliff side, surrounded by trees.
Buyung Mentari fire breathing on to the fire sculpture at Festival Mata air in Senjoyo spring 2009. Buyung is a fantastic performer from Jakarta and performs all over Indonesian. He also assisted me with chopping down Banana trees and slicing them up for the children's lantern making workshops and I helped him with festival lighting hung from the trees. We also performed together freeing local native birds from cages that the locals sale at the markets. We freed them on stage during a Kathellism performance. More pictures to come. Please send me any photos you took at the festival to publish on my blog.
Festival Mata air map poster drawn by Kath Ellis and coloured in by Mia and Ruddy. More drawings and photos to come, just waiting for a peak in the sun through the clouds to photograph my drawings. The environmental festival was a huge success and we hope everyone will keep there rivers clean. Calenders drawn by the local children with environment tips are for sale and T-shirts and bags and belts and shoes made by the locals to raise cash for next years festival. Check out the Festival website for more photos and information in link above.
Burkurrr testing my new boxing love gloves I made for my love heart boxing bag in my match box house. Burkurrr popped in to say hello from Australia after nearly 8 years since I saw him last. He arrived about ten minutes before we had to head up to the hospital to open my new Children's ward with the Lord Mayor. .jpg)
Photos by Alex Walker
Rhalou Allerhand editor of top magizine, Janie Hampton director of restoration of Chauncy Maples hospital ship on Lake malawi, Alex Walker english teacher of naughty kids like me.
The wine for the opening night, these next lot of photos were taken by Bart from Holland who came and helped with the show.
Claire hanging the work on the walls before the private viewing at the Menier gallery.
Bart photographing himself and Claire behind and my row of political cartoons.
At the Private art club in Soho where I met Guy Freer from the famous band Micheal Angelo's gentlemen of the black sea which was a hit in Edinburgh and playing in Soho.
Space, nature, time on the walls at the Menier gallery, the clock struck everyones eye.
People chuckle at the fake Mondrian's for different reasons.
St. Patricks day paintings with my door snakes running away across the old chocolate factory wooden floor, looking for a draft to block.
Waves Ahuh splashing to one side of the gallery, with a big beach ball. Refreshing change from dusty dry London.
This is my cousin Donald doing a plastic bag dance on the top floor of a high rise flats in central London. Donald put me up to stay for the week and fed and cupped of teaed me well.
Donald was a secret fan already and had a life drawing I did at Great Yarmouth art college in the late eighty's.
Also in the bathroom a framed Christmas card by me with a pink shinny mount, hanging above the mirror.
The reflection of the flats in the flat windows with a view of London. It was great that one lift was working.
This block mimics the block I am staying in, it reminded me of my childhood in Dublin visiting friends who lived in flats like these.
The famous knitted alien on a stand with the Dirty linen in the background at the Menier Gallery for Undiagnosed madness show.
Cousin Donald the famous piano player and Karen the famous theatre director, signing the book at the gallery with the gallery management team in the background.
Claire Freer the famous textile artist and Jane the famous Ghaphic designer, both people are from puppet backrounds, visiting the gallery and hanging out with the puppets.
The flowers were given to me by Claire, she walked through the markets in the morning on her way for the big exhibition construction day.
Sanphire Queen preparing sanphire from her beach. Best of the series of recipes mounted in cream and gold decorative frames hung at the Menier Gallery in a set of Six but is from an ungoing series.
Miffy giving birth struck a cord with people who have been somewhere in Europe and seen hello kitty things.
Poo pearls worked as soon as people put them on they felt amazing. The mirror was an old family mirror that use to be always put where there is stairs. this time it blends in with the old chimney wall.
Mr. Punch lucking in the background of these enormous detailed pen drawings that I was commissioned to draw. Mr. Punch from a big family of Punches and 3 large detail drawings.
Love heart punch bag and gloves. A little girl who spoke three languages including Russian was the only person daring enough to have a go at wearing the gloves and swinging for the bag. I had a go purely because my flat is too small to hit it. So when the gallery was quite I had played punch bag.
The original poster, hand draw with blood, sweat and tears of laughter. Mounted and framed in undertone gold for the Menier Gallery solo exhibition.
Menier Gallery window looking in through the letters.
Coffee break and a walk round to the prositutes graveyard with messages from people on the gate, round the corner from the Menier gallery. The prositutes had been buried there over 100 years ago.
puppets and gloves view inside the Menier gallery.
Just before frock up at 5.30pm letting everyone know on face book I am about to swing into opening party after years of work to get this far.
My Artist Bag from my blue plastic period, from my exhibition in Bellingen N.S.W. duo show with Kath Ellis, the bag has been with me everywhere since and it carries my artist tools which have to be changed for each job. Today it is a hanging art bag.
Art in a can. I am not sure if I have taken Andy Warhol's caned soup for a walk. but there is a painting inside each can and you get pot luck as to which painting you get. Canned now framed later.
My CV and signature a must reader and Battersea painting of a London park with hundreds of dogs doing there doggy thing.
Menier Gallery window with poster of the show and Mr. Punch hanging around.
Poster board out on the street corner on Southwark street looking at the bridge in the back round where people arrive from London bridge underground, the Tate, Brourgh Markets, the city.
The chocolate factory enterance to the Menier Gallery, so good I could eat it.
The chocolate Factory building that holds a gallery, resturant and theatre and paintings in hospitals.
The reflection of the building across the road on my blue/green painting hanging in the window.
Eloise and Deb Frith meet up after 7 years at Clifton suspension bridge..jpg)
Just back from Bristol on a dog minding holiday at my Aunt Alex's house and in her living room was a painting she bought off me last year, so I thought I would capture a picture of it in her home. More pictures of Bristol to come. I am a little disturbed today as I left a painting on a train from london at the Norwich station last night. If anyone picked up please do contact me. I am a dedicated artist who works, sleeps, breaths art through out my whole life. I grew up in Ireland where my parents were both artists, then moved to the UK to study art for 8 years at 16 years old. Spontaniously went to see my brother and his family in Australia and I spent 7 years being an artist and community artist from directing arts festivals, putting on grand floor shows, working with just about everyone. I landed back in the Ireland again and worked for the Lambert puppet company and Irish Television. Then went back to the UK to Norfolk to help my sister who is also an artist. My family all now live in North Norfolk and I live in Norwich where I work in my home studio day and night, making art and working for the Hospital arts project in Norwich hospital. Later this year I plan to go to volunteer in Indonesia and teach and learn with indonesian artists.
My first big exhibition of new and nearly new work is to be held on the 1st of September 2009 in Londons glorious Manier gallery. All proceeds will go towards my work in Indonesia.
To help me get there please do sponsor a picture frame to help sell my work. I have a paypal button below.
Some of my paintings and puppets can be seen at http://www.eloiseohare.co.uk/.