my impressions for witches and wizards...

Hieronymus Bosch___part of the hell

This picture is a detail of hieronymus boschs illustration of the hell. The attention is directet on the so called treeman. You can see his face with his pondering eyes staring back at his body. His body looks like a broken egg and at his feet are made of parts of a tree. Four mystic creatures are dancing on top of his head and conducting some people round. On the inside of his body there are also creatures celebrating. On the top left you can see two ears and a knife in between. Two black creatures are climbing on them.
For me the picture looks very mystic. When i look at this picture i see a completely different world.

Model___dancing shawls

This model consists of five capes which every witch or wizard has. The capes illustrate two things. On one side they show a dance of witches and wizards and on the other side the fire where they are dancing round. The material is a metal grid which shows transparency. The grid is coated by an aluminum film. The colour is silver and shining which also illustrates the bright fire and the mystic creatures. The whole model is transfixed from metal sticks.
For me it looks very mystic, because oft he colour, the shadows and the light reflecting material. Also interesting is, that it looks different from every perspective.

Collage___a neoteric wizard

I just tried to think about how a wizzard in our time would look like or would live. I came to the decision that a modern wizzard would look like any other normal man. On my collage you can see a man on the right who is hovering above the ground. This should mean that he’s more wiser than the humans on earth. In the middle of my collage there`s a man with a nasty mask. This has two meanings: on one side that a modern wizzard sure hast o hide from the humanity because of his ability to conjure. On the other side it should mean that everyone of us has a bad identity. On my collage also are some typical things which can be connectet with wizardy like blood, midnight, a screaming girl or the moon.

Picture___three witches

The wind is blowing sharp around our faces. He‘s wispering the song of sadness. Louder, increasingly louder. Our capes are waving in the wind. The branches around us, the trees in the wood are cracking and creaking. Far away we can hear a owl sing, a wolf is howling. Our feet are cold, freezingly cold. We can feel the hard stone below our naked feet. There are deep furrows and breaks in the cliff. The moon is the only light. Why are we here? Where are we? Time stands still. Lets get away from here…but it feels like we’re stuck on the ground. Now we`re just hoping…hoping the night will be over soon.

Picture___anywhere

To this picture fits a little poem which hast he title „the witch“:

I have walked a great while over the snow,
And I am not tall nor strong.
My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set,
And the way was hard and long.
I have wandered over the fruitful earth,
But I never came here before.
Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!

The picture equates to the poem because it shows the last way of the witch towards the light. She`s talking about the fruitful earth which you can see here on the ground. The light is the door she’s talking about. But what this door is should stay a secret.

Song___Keep the streets empty for me___Fever Ray

Memory comes when memory`s old
I am never the first to know
Following the stream up north
Where do people like us float

There is room in my lap
For bruises, asses, hand claps
I will never disappear
Forever, I`ll be there

Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me

I`m laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think about to change myself

A lot of hope in a one man tent
There`s no room for innocence
Take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm

Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me

Uncover our heads and reveal our souls
We were hungry before we where born.

I think this song fits to the issue witches and wizzards because it sounds very mystic and a little bit unearthly. The melody is very thoughtful and special. There are also some passages in the text which remind me on supernatural beings. For example she sings „my fur is hot, my tongue is cold“ – maybe she is singing about an mythical animal. On another place she says „uncover our heads and reveal our souls“ – this means that she wants to show her real identity, nobody knows who she is. Maybe a witch or a vampire or just a normal human. Another passage is „on a bed of spider web I think about to change myself“.
There are a lot of statements which made me think of supernatural creatures.