13 Jan Illustrator Naydine Hartzenberg Turns Poems Into Hyper Realities
Flying spaghetti, crazy hat collections, melting snowmen and hotdogs with more toppings than you bargained for – these are only some of the elements that form part of the weird and wonderful world of Shel Silverstein’s children’s poems. Inspired by Silverstein’s world of words, illustrator Naydine Hartzenberg decided to create her own reality in the form of illustrated poems.
For her final year project at North-West University, where she graduated last year, Naydine drew from five Silverstein poems and created ten digital vector illustrations of each. She also made five illustration and five lettering posters, which she printed on A1 paper and exhibited.
The illustrations were made in conjunction with Naydine’s dissertation. In her writing, Naydine focuses on French post-structuralist Jean Baudrillard’s theory of simulacrum, in which he argues that the post-modern world has lost it’s ability to distinguish between reality and representations thereof to such an extent that this distinction no longer exists (this of course being a very simple explanation of Baudrillard’s not-so-simple theory). Naydine makes use of detail and over-exaggeration in her illustrations and thereby, corresponding with Baudrillard’s third order of simulacrum, the images become hyper realities in themselves.
Some of Naydine’s other projects include: Obleep, a Vimeo channel featuring short animations that illustrate the processes (and hardships) of being a designer; a campaign for Dell which she co-designed; as well as internships at creative companies Am I Collective and Only Today.
Spaghetti, spaghetti, all over the place, up to my elbows – up to my face, over the carpet and under the chairs, into the hammock and wound round the stairs, filling the bathtub and covering the desk, making the sofa a mad mushy mess.
The party is ruined, I’m terribly worried, the guests all left (unless they’re all buried). I told them, “Bring presents.” I said, “Throw confetti.” I guess they heard wrong ’cause they all threw spaghetti!
I made myself a snowball as perfect as can be. I thought I’d keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me. I made it some pyjamas and a pillow for its head. Then last night it ran away, but first – it wet the bed.
It started out as a jumping rope. You prob’ly think that I’m a dope. But this started out as a jumping rope, and now I fear there is no hope, but this started out as a jumping rope.
Everything on it
I asked for a hot dog with everything on it, and that was my big mistake, ‘Cause it came with a parrot, a bee in a bonnet, a wristwatch, a wrench, a rake. It came with a goldfish, a flag, and a fiddle, a porch swing, and a mouse in a mask – That’s the last time I ask for a hot dog with everything.
Mr. smeds & Mr. spats
Mr. Spats had twenty-one hats, and none of them were the same. And Mr. Smeds had twenty-one heads and only one hat to his name.
Now, when Mr. Smeds met Mr. Spats, they talked of the buying and selling of hats! And Mr. Spats bought Mr. Smeds’ hat! Did you ever hear anything crazier than that?