Sunday, February 28, 2010
Punk rock has its roots back in the 1970s, at least that's when I first came across it when I lived in the UK. Wandering down King's Road, Chelsea in London, the streets were populated with a variety of different punks with unique hairstyles and clothing, all seeming to try to outdo each other in terms of outrageousness. The Sex Pistols and The Clash were the new musical movement.
Lots of people found them intimidating, and some punks used that to their advantage, but I never had any problems. I found them quite interesting in fact and was fascinated by the hairstyles and how they got them into the peaks and spikes and colours.
One of my stronger memories of the punk days in London was when I drove into the centre of London on one of the hottest days of summer to bring my father in law, visiting from Ireland, to his hotel. I got him settled, then headed down in the elevator to go out and show him around. The elevator stopped a few floors down and in entered three punk rockers. Their hair in stiff spikes, coloured like rainbows, eyes rimmed in kohl, ; safety pins were the piercing jewelry of choice; ripped jeans and heavily studded leathers completed the outfits.
I glanced at my father in law, who hadn't been exposed to this culture previously and hoped he'd keep his opinions to himself at least while in the elevator. He studied them for awhile, then leaned forward and said in his strong Cork brogue 'Does your mother know you look like that?' Well, there are points in life where you wish the floor would open up and take you or you see your life flash before your eyes. This was one of those times.
However, they kind of laughed and ignored the comment, then luckily the elevator reached the ground floor and we all went our own ways. I then explained to my father in law how it likely wasn't a good idea to provoke some punks with comments like that. I tried to explain that he wasn't back in Ireland where he could strike fear through threat of parental disapproval of what you wore.
Ages ago I came across an image in Deviant Art by nothingreal0 that brought me straight back to King's Road. I asked the photographer if I could use the piece for a drawing and got approval. I put the image on my hard drive then life and other things happened and only now am I getting around to drawing it.
This is the start of the piece done in coloured pencil on Colourfix paper in pale blue.