I was first made aware of Charles Fréger’s art about three months ago. And now I want to promote his latest book Wilder Mann. I want these photographs to go viral. But please, do not just visit the National Geographic website, go to his own or better yet, find a way to go to one of his exhibits.
This April I will attend a festival on fairy tale castle grounds. A friend and I will dress up as wild men (well, wild women, or wild something rather) and emulate the Wild Hunt. These pictures certainly inspire. Though I doubt that fake fur and some moss, attached using my amateurish and deficient sowing skills, will be as nice to look it, even if Charles Fréger would take the trouble to turn us into art. My friend however … she is such a great talent with foam and medical tape, I will ask if I can share some pictures of her impersonating a dead raven.
Another source of inspiration – as always – is Dver. In 2011 she introduced the Krampuslauf to me, a wonderfully small ‘p’ pagan tradition not that far from the Dutch borders. She, like Charles Fréger has made me aware of a Europe a hardly now. A Europe I wish to discover, through books, travel and ritual. And this also leads me to a point where I see little point in distinguishing between the Pagan and the pagan. I am more apt to buy books touching on the natural resurgence of pagan culture than books written by Pagan authors.
I want Fréger’s book, badly. But then I also want to purchase Persephone Unveiled by Charles Stein and Spell of the Sensuous by David Abram.
None of them are available at my (or any) library and I have only one book coupon. How am I to bloody choose?