What The Scarecrow Sees
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For everyone who knows me and I do mean everyone, the subject matter for this blog will come as no surprise. It’s October so it can mean only one thing, I’ve gone Hallowe’en crazy. For a lot of people, Christmas is the highlight of the year but not for me, it comes in as a pale second to the 31st October – All Hallow’s Eve.
Over the past two years my love for the witching season has begun to creep into my art, well, creep is putting it mildly, it’s crawling all over it and I think the formation of horror punks, Cadaver Club has only encouraged and sped along that process. The whole idea of Cadaver Club is rooted in Hallowe’en. We dress up in deathly costumes and write songs that would breathe new life into the coldest of corpses. We take great pleasure in writing nasty, cruel lyrics and stitching them onto the best hand clapping, toe tapping, finger snapping punk rock we can come up with. If it doesn’t have a tune we bury it.
Well it’s safe to say, in Ireland this year, we’ve had NO summer.
Now I know we like to say that every year but this time it’s true. I can’t remember a non-season like this – ever. It does, however have it’s perks…
For people such as myself who come to life when the winds are howling, blowing leaves about like confetti and carrying with them THAT smell, the smell of Autumn, this year we can embrace it with no guilt, no shame and no sorrow for what we leave behind…and no-one can say a word!
I was born in the Autumn and I’m pretty sure that has coloured my perception of it because even though it meant going back to school which was the worst thing imaginable, right slap bang in the middle of it was my birthday. Not only that but my favourite day of the entire year lay in wait as Autumn turned the world orange, red and gold. That day is of course, Hallowe’en.
Every now and then you spend a perfect day with your favourite people doing your favourite thing and you realise what you’ve spent your whole life working on has been worthwhile.
I had one of these last weekend.
When my friends’ kitchen cabinet unscrewed itself from the wall and unceremoniously launched itself and all of it’s glass contents onto the floor, smashing everything in it and pulling a light and cable along for the ride, you wouldn’t have thought it would have lead to one of those perfect days.
After the clean up operation my friends decided to create something positive from the incident so they called me and asked would I paint them a mural. They wanted a climbing rose creeping up the wall with plaster cracking and breaking off revealing bricks underneath.