Esther Rebel. Wild At Rock N Roll Heart E-Book
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- Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
- Sprache: Deutsch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
Was kann uns der freie Geist des Rock N Roll der sechziger, siebziger und achtziger Jahre heute noch sagen? Esther Rebel gibt in ihren Bildern eine Antwort auf diese Frage und zeigt, dass der Rock lebendiger ist als je zuvor. Wild At Rock N Roll Heart ist mehr als eine Künstlerbiografie, es ist auch ein feministisches Statement einer Künstlerin, ein Werk voller Kraft und Empathie. Esther Rebel besetzt somit eine wichtige Position in der zeitgenössischen Kunst. Die Kunsthistorikerin Susanne Ursula Meyer, M.A., gibt dem Leser auf unterhaltsame und spannende Weise eine Einführung in das Werk von Esther Rebel. Esther Rebel wurde 1978 in Hamburg geboren. Ihre künstlerischen Wurzeln liegen in ihrer Familie, ihr Vater ist der deutsche Maler Wolf Wonder, ihr Urgroßvater ist der lettische Künstler Valdis Kalnroze. Rebels Malerei ist geprägt durch die Nähe zur klassischen Rockmusik und ihre Liebe zur ausdrucksstarken, farbkräftigen Malerei des Expressionismus bis hin zur Pop Art. Seit 2001 lebt sie als freie Künstlerin in Berlin. Sie hat zahlreiche Ausstellungen und Messeteilnahmen, u.a. in Hamburg, Berlin und den USA.
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Artists Statement
Rebel Without A Need
Wild At Rock N Roll Heart
Furry Fierce Girl
The Road Less Traveled
In The Badlands Looking
Moon Child Star Dancer
Lady Lazarus
Wild Belle
Cinnamon Girl
The White Witch
Black Sun Rising
Stay Wild Moonchild
The Scarlet Woman
My Demon Sister
Lost Candyland
Coyote Woman
Gold Dust Woman
Desert Ceremony
Howl
Ghost Dancer
I Lucifer
The_Trees Whisper Her Name
Devil In Her Heart
Queen Of Bees
Wild Peaches
Phoenix Rising
I Am The Nightchild
She Was All Hair And Hip And Hell
Wanderlust
Selkie
Deadly Nightshade
We Are All Searching For Someone
Neon_Angel
Goddess_On_The_Highway
Sphinx
The High Priestess
Lovely-eyed.Death-Touched.Witch,
Rambling Rose
In The Valley Of The Dolls We Sleep
La Belle est la Bete
Brightest Flame
Billie Smells Like Teen Spirit
Susanne Ursula Meye
Verzeichnis der Gemälde
Artist‘s Statement
I am a painter from an artist family and I always knew that I would follow in my father‘s footsteps somehow.
I have been drawing and painting since I was a little child and some of my first memories are of big colourful paintings and the smell of oil colours and turpentine.
I am a big rock music addict and my purpose is to transfer that spirit on canvas, not with notes but with colours. Rock used to exist in music and so it does in painting.
I am committed to figurative painting in the tradition of American Pop Art and I do prefer luminous and vivid colours.
My art is a feminist statement with pop cultural references and a deep affinity to the mystical.
Some artists that have strongly inspired me are William Blake, the Pre-Raphaelites, Emily Dickinson, Jugendstil, Edvard Munch, the German Expressionists, Georgia O‘Keeffe, Vali Myers, Sylvia Plath, the Beat Poets, Andy Warhol, Patti Smith, Stevie Nicks and Lana Del Rey.
Rebel Without A Need
Big boots carry a fragile frame.
Enclosed in an armor
made of leather and lace.
Black eyeliner smudged around her eyes
from tears of teenage rage
and defiant desperation.
A heart filled with weltschmerz
and unknown desire.
She is still a little girl lost
looking for a saviour in these mindless days.
A leader for her very own rebellion in vain.
But all seems vacant in the end.
She is a rebel without a need.
Rebel Without A Need 2010, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
Wild At Rock N Roll Heart
My only love.
My real true love.
My raging passion.
My sweet temptation.
My bad obsession.
This bond will last forever.
We are wild and young and free.
We have the music and our dreams.
We are wild at rock n roll heart.
Wild At Rock N Roll Heart 2009, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
Furry Fierce Girl
She strolls in a silky flower dress
with heavy worn out boots.
She wears feathers in her messy hair
and vermillion lips with a smile.
She never leaves the house
without her mirrored sunglasses.
She smokes her cigarette with style.
She is not your pretty baby
not your little girl.
She never apologizes for being too happy
too angry, too sad, too much for your life.
Never underestimate her aims and will.
Beware of furry fierce girl.
Furry Fierce Girl 2009, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
The Road Less Traveled 2017, Oil/Canvas 70 x 100 cm
The Road Less Traveled
Out on the endless highway
she is on her way
to new adventures
and an unknown fate.
She wears dirty boots and a black knife.
Her hair flies in the flow of air
while she is driving her old Mustang
along the road less traveled.
In The Badlands Looking
For A Woman As Bad As Me
I am alone.
I always was.
Embracing my solitude.
Wide open sky above me
dirt under my bare feet.
The burning sun exploding on the horizon.
I hear the wind whispering in my ear:
Stop waiting for your fate to come
it is just one step away.
So here I am now
in the badlands looking
for a woman as bad as me.
In The Badlands 2019, Oil/Canvas 50 x 70 cm
Moon Child Star Dancer
She carries stardust in her eyes
and moonlight on her skin.
The whole milkyway runs
through her veins.
She is kissed by the darkness
and rides on the midnight storm.
She is moon child, star dancer.
Moon Child Star Dancer 2017, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
Lady Lazarus
In the cemetery
looking for Sylvia‘s ghost.
She is every woman
and every woman carries her pain.
But she is back from the dead.
Hell doesn‘t want her.
Now she is standing
in her wedding dress in shreds.
Flesh and bone.
Barefood with a crown of fading flowers
she is just ready
to eat the flesh of her enemies.
Rise, rise Lady Lazarus!
Lady Lazarus 2013, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
Wild Belle
The heavy smell of jasmine
the sound of exotic birds
and the bright palette of colours
glaring your wondering eyes.
And in the center she rests
smiling on her peacock chair.
She already put a spell on you.
Wild belle from the south.
Wild Belle 2016, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
Cinnamon Girl
A long lost highway.
Dusty desert wind.
Diners and neon signs.
The smell of coffee and gasoline.
Linoleum covered floor
properly swabbed.
Sun spots dancing on the battered tables.
Pancakes with golden syrup, milkshakes
cherry coke and apple pie.
She is still searching
for the land of freedom and distant dreams.
Sand coloured hair and coral lips.
Wrapped in her fluffy armor
and some worn out chucks.
Neil Young was never here
but she has always been a cinnamon girl.
Cinnamon Girl 2012, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
The White Witch
Magick, spells and witchcraft.
I am the daughter of the moon
a child of the goddess.
The earth is my spirit.
The eternal fire is burning in my soul.
My body is made of sacred water.
I breath the air of life.
I am the White Witch.
The White Witch 2014, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
Black Sun Rising
The black sun is rising
on a blood red sky.
Dust and bones
feathers and skulls.
Everything dies and rises
over and over again.
I am living for a thousand years
in a world that is made
of ashes and stone.
My body and soul
are carried away by the wind
out on the borderland.
Black Sun Rising 2013, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
Stay Wild Moonchild
Once there was this girl
who had her hair long
her heart wild
and her feet dirty
from dancing under the stars.
She whispers in your ear:
Stay wild moonchild.
Stay Wild Moonchild 2016, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
The Scarlet Woman
She has many names
the scarlet woman
the great mother
the whore of babylon and
the virgin of the holy grail.
Her blood is the ocean of life.
She becomes the mistress of all
in the city of the pyramids.
Oh lady of the night
carry me away
in the spirit
into the wilderness!
The Scarlet Woman 2014, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
My Demon Sister
She walks in the shadows
sharpening her teeth and claws.
She is not afraid of the dark.
She is fierce and dangerous
and she dances
in the sparkling flames.
Please take me with you
to the deepest abysses
and brightest spheres.
Let me wake up from this deep sleep.
This is an invocation
of my demon sister.
My Demon Sister 2012, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
Lost Candyland
She was everybody‘s darling.
Sweet like sugarcane
with her cotton candy hair.
Peanut butter girls with golden skin
who always dance in the spotlight.
Baby blue eyes and honey kisses.
She could never choose
between ice cream and chocolate.
So she ate the poison apple.
Lost in a house of mirrors
falling from a pale pink sky
over and over again.
She moans her lost dream
her lost candyland.
Lost Candyland 2009, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
Coyote Woman
She is howling at the moon
running with the wolves
living free and wild.
Don‘t try to tame her.
She is coyote woman.
Coyote Woman 2016, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
Gold Dust Woman
Not a lady but a legend.
Ancient queen of rock.
Goddess of the moonlight.
Witchy woman.
Black widow in leather and lace.
Wild at heart with a gypsy soul.
Dancing in the shadows
like a cat in the darkness.
Taken by the wind
like a white winged dove.
Who wouldn‘t love to love her?
This gold dust woman.
Gold Dust Woman 2018, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
Desert Ceremony 2017, Oil/Canvas 60 x 80 cm
Desert Ceremony
Under a full moon
the circle gathered.
The dusty wind is howling.
Now it‘s time to rise.
She is the earth
she is the sky
she is every woman.
Let the desert ceremony begin.
Howl
Howl at the moon.
Run with the wolves.
Found my pack.
Breath in the crisp air.
Listen to the wind whispering in the trees.
Paw prints in the snow.
All flesh and bones.
This is my restless roaming spirit.
Howl, 2018 Acrylic/Board 30 x 40 cm
Ghost Dancer
In ancient times
they whispered her name:
Ghost Dancer.
She was dancing around the fires
and ran with the wind.
Born from desert dust
and wild midnight air.
Her heart was hungry like a wolf.
Her soul was roaming free over the plains.
She was the wild one
who brought chaos and awakening
to set your mind free.
Her footprints will lead you the way
to your true wild home.
Ghost Dancer 2018, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
I Lucifer
Guess my name.
I am the morning star.
I bring the light.
A fallen angel with broken wings.
But my flame is burning bright
as I will rise again.
I am the daughter of the dawn
the queen of light.
With my buzzing mercurial energy
I am your restless roaming spirit.
Please allow me to introduce myself:
I Lucifer
I Lucifer 2018, Oil/Canvas 60 x 60 cm
The Trees Whisper Her Name
In the forest dark and deep
the trees whisper her name.
Her name is the howling wind in the leaves
the dark and starry sky
the moonshine on the lake surface
the sharp scream of the night bird
the glowing eyes of the lonely hunter
the warm bodies
of mother deer and its child
the vibrant earth under your feet
the air filled with piny fragrance
and cedar wood.
She is wearing hornes and feathers
and rides on a white horse
to the place between sleep and awake.
That place where you will always find her.
The Trees Whisper Her Name 2018, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
Devil In Her Heart
She drives her white Mustang
down the lost highway.
Living in a dark paradise
called the city of neon angels.
Cigarettes and cherry cola
in a cheap motel.
She takes a walk on the wild side
in the pale moonlight.
Her eyes are wide like black stars.
She smiles at you
with her blood red lips whispering:
Will you be my plastic toy?
Her kisses taste like sweet cherry schnaps.
Hell is round the corner
because she got the devil in her heart.
Devil In Her Heart 2018, Oil/Canvas 60 x 60 cm
Queen Of Bees
Sweet summer temptations.
The smell of chamomile and lavender.
Humming bumblebees
and chirping crickets.
A sea of red and blue poppies
bluebells and cornflowers.
A lavish abundance
of fragrances and colours.
Lying in the green grass
underneath a cloudless blue sky.
Rays of sunshine
playing with her golden hair.
Mouth full of mellow raspberries.
White linen on sunburnt skin.
A book of poetry for a day in idleness.
Lazy serenity in the midday heat.
She is the queen of the summer.
The queen of bees.
Queen Of Bees 2018, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
Wild Peaches
Cherry Kisses
and Strawberry Wine
This summer night
it tastes like wild peaches
cherry kisses and strawberry wine.
Pink velvet and the scent of roses
in the vibrant air.
They say love is just a feeling
but my heart is in heaven
and my soul is on fire.
Burning like the brightest star for you.
In my dreams I am dancing
in my little dress around you.
Sweet honey lips on mine
my boy of summer.
I never want to wake up.
Never felt so alive.
To be in love with you forever.
Wild Peaches, Cherry Kisses And Strawberry Wine 2018, Oil/Canvas 80 x 60 cm
Phoenix Rising
Born from the sun
she dies in a show of blaze
and flames in the dawn.
Shaking off her red and golden feathers
emitting sparks
