A floating cloud softly obscures the face of a cloaked woman whose dark mantle gives away to grey vapors. A soft, pale hand loosely grasps a rose while a both a butterfly perches on a fingertip and a snake slithers in the spaces between. Delicate vines of ivy mark the pages of a book that has opened to an illustration of an ominous figure emerging from its darkened interior. It is easy to become lost in these bittersweet contrasts of lightness and glooms, blooming, fluttering life and the stillness of death, and furtive dread juxtaposed against a serene sense of tranquility.
This is the imagery that comprises the work of enigmatic collage artist Hidden Velvet, whose somber, dreamy work enchanted me the very first time I laid eyes upon it. Last month I had the pleasure of interviewing Hidden Velvet for Haute Macabre, but worry not–I have not given away all of her secrets, and there are many mysteries in her art to swoon over still.