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astridhoff03 · 4 months
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Pls Dark Horse & DreamWorks Release the Httyd: Fire Tides. I‘ve Seen the Interview with Audrie Greywind & Richard Hamilton and Damn give this Man and his Httyd Stories Justice. I beg you DreamWorks, Thats a much better way to represent One of our most beloved Franchises than with T9R. We Need Shirtless Hiccup and a very Good Hiccstrid Story.
Sign up the Petition in the Link on change.org!
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ljblueteak · 5 months
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Richard Hamilton Swingeing London 67 poster and Beatles 68 poster
Text from Andrew Wilson's Swingeing London 67
The [Beatles] poster, described by Hamilton as a 'give-away' print, was the result of a fairly complex design process that took about two weeks to complete, with daily visits from Paul McCartney, the one Beatle who worked directly with Hamilton on the project and who had prior knowledge, through[Robert] Fraser, of Hamilton's work--he had earlier bought one of the Solomon R. Guggenheim (1965) screenprints from the 1966 exhibition of the series that he had helped hang.
This relationship gave Hamilton the freedom to develop his idea for the poster and the whole design project without interference from the other band members, Yoko Ono, or the record company.
The poster shows George Harrison, John Lennon, McCartney and Ringo Starr as distinct individuals. This is in sharp contrast to the individual John Kelly portraits, in which the similarities of pose, gaze, and lighting, conforming to the aesthetics of of a record company's publicity department, portray them as members of a band.
The seemingly casual pinboard aesthetic by which these informal photographs were arranged was determined primarily as a solution to crucial design issues (echoing his decision to order the collage for Swingeing London 67--poster as newspaper columns, with headline at top left).
The sheet had to be folded three times in order to be inserted into the square album sleeve, and this obliged Hamilton to approach it as 'a series of subsidiary compositions. The top right and left-hand square are front and back of the folder and and had to independently stand as well as be a double spread together. The bottom four squares can be read independently and as a group of four. They all mate together when opened up and used as wall decoration.'
The top left-hand panel is what is seen first, and it presents the songwriting duo of Lennon and McCartney. Lennon is shown in blue light, singing. The image has probably been taken from a television screen, and the attendant distortion and blue glow are unflattering.
The image of Lennon overlays the bottom right corner of an equally unusual portrait of McCartney in a bathtub, his head half submerged, soapy suds giving him a halo. Running beneath the two portraits is a fabricated contact strip that includes an image of Lennon in front of one of his wall drawings; the band in a recording session...in which they are, unusually, playing brass instruments; and a colour image from the recording of 'Hey Jude' (1968).
This sense of fragmentation, of hidden codes and messages, echoes both the 'guarded privacy and locked rooms' and the 'disturbing, dreamlike darkness' that have been identified in the album, inviting the fan to imagine the band members' private worlds, and hinting at the beginning of the band's disintegration.
The dominant image of the poster's top right panel, opposite Lennon and McCartney, is of George Harrison. This portrait casts him in a mystical, otherworldly and contemplative light, with the right side of his face obscured and out of focus....
There are very few collective photographs of the band: playing in recording sessions or in filmed concerts; with Harold Wilson after they had each received the MBE; and a sequence of them doing the 'business' as they re-sign their contract with EMI.
Instead, the poster emphasizes the individual activities of John, Paul, George and Ringo around the time of the collage. Starr is shown with his co-star from the film Candy (1968), Ewa Aulin, and also dancing with Liz Taylor (wife of his other co-star in the film, Richard Burton). Lennon is shown becoming the working-class hero. Yoko Ono appears just twice: in a self-portrait by Lennon of the naked couple, and in an image of a naked Lennon sitting cross-legged in bed talking on the phone, as its stretched cord cuts her out-of-focus head in two--cancelling her identity.
Of the band, it is McCartney who emerges as the poster's dominant figure. Hamilton has said how The Beatles contains 'arcane touches which only The Beatles' more intimate associates were likely to smile at,' and yet such details--such as the doubled image of a shut door or McCartney 'pole dancing' both naked and clothed--are not at the cost of the poster's legibility. At its centre is the reverse of a photograph, a gift to one of the band, bearing a lipstick imprint and a groupie's imploring words: 'I love you.'
In all this, Hamilton's fundamental aim for The Beatles was that it should reach a large audience and be as accessible as the cover design was remote. This was not a new subject for Hamilton. My Marilyn had already adopted, three years earlier, the motif of the publicity photograph and the manipulation of celebrity image as a subject. What is different here is Hamilton's direct participation in popular culture: The Beatles, like Swingeing London 67--poster, shows him not only constructing work with a subject that revolves around the manipulation and production of pop celebrity imagery, but also inserting these works into the mass circulation of popular culture.
--Andrew Wilson. Bold mine.
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garadinervi · 6 months
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Verlagsverzeichnis 1981 / Catalogue 1981, Edition Hansjörg Mayer, Stuttgart & London, 1981 [Jonathan A. Hill, Bookseller, Inc., New York, NY]
Feat.: Dieter Roth, Emmett Williams, Arnulf Rainer, Richard Hamilton, Stefan Wewerka, Jan Voss, Claes Oldenburg, Dorothy Iannone, among others
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piareia · 8 months
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The Fire Tides Chapter 1: Firefly in His Eye
According to Richard, we see Drago’s backstory prior to the ‘This is Berk’ dialogue. So here’s my adaptation of a young Drago – quite a solemn tone for the first chapter but I really didn’t want to miss Drago’s backstory. If you find this uninteresting, just start from Chapter 2 as there is huge change in tone and setting.
The fire spread towards the tides, scuttling like a centipede as the multitude of beasts burned the villagers’ homes away. Screams battled against roars and axes struck against claws as the fight between humans and dragons continued on and on throughout the perpetual night.
A young boy, fawn-like and with eyes of an incongruous innocence, ran past the wounded villagers, averting his view from all the bloodshed that was, once again, occurring right in front of him. He shuffled behind a wooden pole, scrunching his eyes and gripping tightly onto his dreadlocks as he listened to the sound of the agonising cries of the islanders.
Humans and dragons cannot live together.
That’s what his father explicitly told him on multiple occasions. However, for some peculiar reason, he could not seem to settle with that statement. Nature always seemed to maintain some sort of cohesive setting, whether it was for plants, animals or humans, there was always some form of equilibrium between living beings.
When he was much younger, a wasp had hovered near him and out of fear, he yelped and instantly threw his hand at it. His mother told him to stay still.
Leave it alone and it will leave you alone.
Why couldn’t the same work for dragons? He could not force himself to perceive it with any other feasible logic. Attacking and harming a creature only led to them attempting to defend themselves. Humans did the same.
The boy continued to keep his eyes screwed shut till he heard a familiar growl near him. Amongst all the throwing axes and flying arrows, a black figure emerged from the shadows. It’s piercing glare shot through the darkness as it's azure eyes reflected the growing flames like the tides attempting to extinguish the rising fire. A night fury. This was a night fury.
The dragon approached him with slow steps, scarred body and all, grunting and gnarling at every stride as he peered strikingly at the boy. He froze. His eyes widened.
The young boy’s arms trembled as he attempted to stand in complete paralysis, just as his mother once told him. And then it happened.
Amongst all the chaos and destruction, there was a noticeable glint within the dragon’s eyes, almost like that of a firefly. It circled his dark iris, one of curiosity, one of pain and one of fear – reflecting the child’s very own thoughts. His grunting began to slow down and take the form of small puffs, gradually connecting with the boy and confirming his question. The same thing can work for dragons.  
Time stopped for the two opposing sides as they were stuck in a trance of unspeakable interconnection. But then, sadly, dreadfully, the worst of the worst occurred in a split second and changed everything between the two souls.
“Drago! Move away from that thing!” His father fiercely hurled an axe right at the night fury’s tail, slashing his already scarred flesh. The dragon jostled his head upwards with a shattering cry. The glint from his eyes was gone. The firefly was gone.
With reignited rage, he charged at the child’s arm with thoughts of betrayal, anger and pain. Vigorously biting into his soft flesh, he tore the joint off and soullessly swung it into the flames. The boy let out an excruciating cry.
We’re in an equilibrium now. Isn’t that what nature does? It was as if the night fury was taunting him.
His breath heaved and shook at irregular intervals: his left arm lay desolate in a pool of blood. Echoes of his mother and father’s cries, the villagers’ screams, the dragons’ roars were all clouding his mind. Chaos and destruction. They were beasts. They were killers. They tore people apart. His whole island, burned to the ground. All because of these…dragons.
That night changed everything. Drago was never the same. Just as fireflies died quickly, any remaining glints of innocence vanished in that second, leaving only a trail of fire to fiercely stream towards the tides.
Hi Guys! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter :) I'm kind of new to tumblr but I'm trying to become a novelist in the near future, so I thought I would start off by writing something a lot of the httyd fans want! After watching Audrie Greywind's interview with Richard, I immediately looked for a fanfic for The Fire Tides and was surprised to not find anything! That's when I decided to start writing the whole thing up - so far, we're looking around twelve or thirteen chapters to this depending on how much I write for each one. Hope you guys look forward to this!
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topcat77 · 1 year
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Richard Hamilton
TiT, 2002
Screenprint in 30 colours from 30 stencils on Somerset Satin paper
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albertayebisackey · 6 months
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Friday 20th October 2023 - "I feel my work is a triumph over what I regard as the absurdity and confusion of modern life. It responds to its anxieties. - Richard Hamilton
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lisamarie-vee · 2 months
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nevereverywhere · 2 years
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The Poster by Richard Hamilton for The White Album, commissioned by Paul.
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ashleybenlove · 2 years
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Richard Hamilton tells a story of a late in production HTTYD2 recording session where Jay Baruchel goes into the “longest most profane rant of Hiccup dialogue I’d ever heard.” That included the word “eargasm” apparently.
Maan, I wish I was a fly on the wall there.
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theories-of · 1 year
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Richard Hamilton - My Marilyn
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astridhoff03 · 4 months
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That would be awesome @lonleyone I would Love to See My Queen dealing with all this(would be better then T9R generally) and the fact that she is After the end of Httyd2 engaged to the Chief and becoming his General. About Astrid you can do so much with her because she is such an complexe and interesting Character. Just another examples: How she deals with motherhood, at same Time being Chieftess of Berk, how pregnancy effects her, how she feels becoming a mom and gets pregnant twice. Has she troubles with One of her pregnancys? How she deals with that Stormfly had leave her and That Hiccup nearly died to Save Toothless (she would cry and call him out for That But at the Same Time she would Understand it, because she would do the Same thing for Stormfly). How all of that (what I write down obvise) effects her Relationship with Hiccup?
You See there is so much you can do, But I think DreamWorks knows how to write Women; Look at Kitty Softpaws from Puss in Boots2.
All in all Astrid in her own Show would be amazing🥰
P.S. In the Fire Tides we would get a Astrid-Story, Just watch the Interview with Richard Hamilton what @audriegreywind made. I highly recommend it to you!
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ljblueteak · 5 months
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From Swingeing London 67, by Andrew Wilson
Two men are pictured seated in a van. Two of their hands are shown joined together at the wrist--one palm out, the other turned away. The man on the right has drawn up his right hand across his face, so as to obscure it from view. He is dressed in a eau-de-nil, wide-lapelled jacket and his tie is tightly knotted.
The other man's left hand has been lifted up and covers his left eye. He wears dark glasses and is dressed in a fairly nondescript, yet quietly bespoke, jacket and tie. Details are blurred by the way the image has been painted, but enough can be made out, glimpsed. These two hands, at once both waving and obscuring, are joined together by a pair of handcuffs, a bracelet of sorts.
The two criminals appear as two dandies, chained together, bound by the times, subjugated by the state, martyred as they are driven away in a prison van.
One of these two men is more of a peacock than the other, and is more successfully protecting himself from the gaze of the outside world; the other seems almost to wish for public attention (the hand movement up to his face perhaps involuntary).
Almost half of the painting is made up of the van's cavernous and shadowed interior roof, which lends a sense of weight to the painting. The two figures' heads are enclosed and imprisoned by the van. An indistinct presence occupies the left side of the painting--a driver, guard, or sentinel who confirms these men's captivity.
Behind them, the van's side windows (and the viewer or the painting is in effect looking through a window to see the two men) offer two views of a passing landscape. The one behind them and to their right shows trees and sky, the other to the left reveals a brick wall; one is an image of open nature, the other of a restrictive fabricated structure. Together they suggest, in a manner akin to a film storyboard, a progression from freedom to confinement.
Bold mine.
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ffactory · 10 months
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garadinervi · 1 year
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Richard Hamilton, Structure, (etching and aquatint on paper), 1950 [Tate, London. © The estate of Richard Hamilton]
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