Ten Years Of Haute Macabre: Expert Daydreamer, Artist Amy Earles | Haute Macabre

Ten Years Of Haute Macabre: Expert Daydreamer, Artist Amy Earles

Amy Earles, Entrement

S. Elizabeth: That artists take time out of their busy schedules to talk with me about their work is still such a thrill for me! Before I began writing for Haute Macabre, I had previously composed various articles and essays for a handful of other online journals and blogs, and though I am myself no artist, I’d like to think that with a decade’s worth of rambling about art and those who create art under my belt, I may have learned a thing or two. (Maybe!) But however many opinions and observations/reactions and reflections I may scribble, without an artist’s input, I always feel like the profile or interview I have labored over is somehow lacking and less than it has the potential to be. The following ruminations concerning the work of enigmatic illustrator Amy Earles comprise one of my favorite pieces to date and it’s probably profoundly uncool to admit this, but even now, reading over it, I was like, “….wow, I wrote this? It’s pretty good!” “I know, right?!” And then I caution myself, “well, it probably wouldn’t be nearly so good if Amy hadn’t taken the time to chat with you, Sarah.” So thank you, thank you, Amy, and all of the other artists who have eagerly indulged my nosy questions and curious speculations over the years, and have given me so much to think upon and write about.

One might experience a peculiar frisson of nostalgia while gazing at the wistful, winsome subjects of  artist Amy Earle’s earlier works. Reminiscent of  the illustrated plates in a mysterious storybook, dusty and hidden far back in grandmother’s closet and tucked the soft folds of a moth-eaten antique quilt; a discovery stumbled upon one rainy afternoon while the adults were occupied and a naughty grand-daughter was perhaps hiding from nap time. Little fingers gently pluck open the frayed cover and begin to flip through the fragile pages, brittle with age.

A wisp of a line begins a whimsical tale and soon the forgotten moppet is captivated by sketches of charming, doll-like subjects in seemingly innocent, frolicsome scenarios. Yet, in more closely studying the subtle nuances of their trembling expressions, the shadowy textures, and dreary shades of their environs, the small child may sense an atmosphere of foreboding and palpable sadness–and with a puzzled brow, softly let the book slip shut, and tuck it away. It will later haunt their dreams well into adulthood.

Unfolding A Daydream: The Art Of Amy Earles

This is my story, and I still have that picture book these many years later. When I became aware of Amy Earle’s work in 2008 or so, I was struck by an immediate, adoring fascination, tinged with a quiet devastation–and, in later examining these observations, I made the connection to my beloved childhood book of strange origins, and wondered at this reaction of both giddy enchantment and vague unease as it related to the delicate young girls in her work.

Existing in the perpetual other world of autumn daydream, skirting the periphery of childhood, the young girls’ amusements are both “playful and sinister” and, I believe, presciently belie a murkier narrative hinting at life’s crueler nature (as some of the best childhood games are wont to do!) As a viewer, when I realized this, it became clear to me: my conclusion, for what it’s worth, is that the lurking menace is the looming threat of adulthood and all its dreadful trappings.

Amy Earles Little Sisters of Lost Worlds

It is with this realization that I breathe a small sigh of relief in viewing Earles’ more recent work. The shadowy, mostly monochromatic palette is ever present, but the subjects themselves seem different to me. They are still slight, delicate creatures, but they’ve matured, bodily, from young girls to young women, and the atmosphere is charged with a different sort of tension now.

Invocation by Amy Earles

Unfolding A Daydream: The Art Of Amy Earles

They carry broomsticks and wands, keys, mirrors, and satchels; they emit lightning from their fingertips, and divine with blindfolds, scissors, and string.  I like to imagine their childhood games have prepared them, and now they’ve fortified and protected themselves with magics, charms, and totems. Forewarned is forearmed, and these are empowered young women with agency, autonomy, and an awareness that they are in control of their own fates.

Nearer by Amy Earles

There is no key by Amy Earles

Beyond The Pin of Stars by Amy Earles

We caught up with Amy recently, and regarding the evolution of her work, she has noted, “…my work is evolving in the sense that the shapes are not as constricted, the concepts are not as obscured. I’m finding it easier to express what I want to express. I’ve made a lot of monochromatic gouache paintings on paper which perfectly encapsulated my state of mind in recent years and I’m still interested in making those because they are still relevant. But I’m also interested in building structures, painting in color with oils. I’m finding shapes and textures in other mediums more enticing lately.”

“People should grow. My personal life has evolved in the past couple of years; my artwork had to follow.”

My Head Is My Home by Amy Earles

Perfect Autonomy

This expert daydreamer also shares that her current reveries are centered mostly on the vague land she has built for an upcoming show at Stranger Factory in early November. These realms are occupied by “sentient plants, people (how they change with time and their fragility) and inanimate objects that become inhabited by concepts/spirits.”

Earles remarks that most of her inspirations and influences are connected to older things; antique objects and various histories, stacks of vintage magazines.  In addition she reveals that she is always enamored “by language (archaic words in particular); certain words or phrases can inspire whole universes. I’m inspired by hair, unusual toys and dolls, old photographs, historical documentaries, vintage celestial imagery, dreams and the unexplainable psychic phenomena that I have encountered all of my life.”

Amy Earles’ works are featured several upcoming shows in 2017: Winter Flock at The Convent Philly which opens February 10th; Moments in Monochrome at Nucleus Portland opening March 25th; and the previously mentioned show at Stranger Factory opening on November 3rd.

Find Amy Earles elsewhere: Website // Etsy // Instagram // Tumblr

Uninvited by Amy Earles

A Sad Flower by Amy Earles

Betwixt by Amy Earles

Marigold Tea by Amy Earles

Silver Tongues by Amy Earles