'...‘I Wanna Be Yours…’ is a jewellery collection created in collaboration with beloved British punk poet and general genius, John Cooper Clarke.
Inspired by Cooper Clarke’s famous poem “I Wanna Be Yours” where everyday objects are metamorphosed into displays of love and devotion, the collection is visualised in the form of a pendant, designed to reference John’s vinyl records and iconic pocket watch.
Each pendant features a one line extract from the poem etched in coloured enamels and is available in eight editions, including a version to pen your own ‘I Wanna Be...’...'
November, from The Procession of Months (c.1889). All the poems were written by fifteen-year-old Beatrice Crane and illustrated by her acclaimed artist father, Walter Crane.
Kate Elizabeth Bunce (British, 1858-1927) The Keepsake • 1901 • Birmingham Museums Trust, U.K.
The painting is filled with Arts and Crafts motifs, popular with the Birmingham School of Art at this time. Ethel Newill who modeled for the figure on the right was a friend of Bunce's and came from a prominent artistic Birmingham family. Katie Palmer is the figure second from the right holding a staff and was also a friend of the artist. Margaret Louisa Wright modeled for the throned figure and was Bunce's cousin. It is recorded in her diary that she was asked to sit replacing an ill model.It is based on a poem by Rossetti and was first shown with this quotation:'Then stepped a damsel to her side,And spoke and needs must weep:'For his sake, lady, if he died,He prayed of thee to keepThis staff and scrip'.
. . .that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple. With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves.
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired.
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells. And run my stick along the public railings.
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.I shall go out in my slippers in the rain.
And pick flowers in other people's gardens.
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat. And eat three pounds of sausages at a go. Or only bread and pickle for a week.
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry.
And pay our rent and not swear in the street.
And set a good example for the children.We must have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised.
Thou who didst hang upon a barren tree,
My God, for me;
Tho' I till now be barren, now at length,
Lord, give me strength
To bring forth fruit to Thee.
Thou who didst bear for me the crown of thorn,
Spitting and scorn;
Tho' I till now have put forth thorns, yet now
Strengthen me Thou
That better fruit be borne.
Thou Rose of Sharon, Cedar of broad roots,
Vine of sweet fruits,
Thou Lily of the vale with fadeless leaf,
Of thousands Chief,
Feed Thou my feeble shoots.
The Meditation on the Passion, Vittore Carpaccio, ca. 1490