The Liverpool Academy of Arts
Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland by June Lornie
June has always been fascinated by the story of Alice and initally created a single picture of the 'Mad Hatter''s Tea Party'.
As a child June was known as 'Sizzy Lizzie". Other children used pencil and crayons but June would only use scissors - cutting out the shapes she wanted – they ended up as the main tools of her trade. She worked for many years as a theatrical costumiere making cabaret clothes for show business personalities such as Les Dennis, Bob Carolgees, Stuart Hall, Gary Glitter and even boxer Prince Naseem before taking over the running of the Liverpool Academy of Arts in 1989. The show business drivers of her costumiere days - the need for bright colours, immediate dramatic impact and unique style, still drive June's art work today. She is drawn to both the textures and colours of different materials using exotic fabrics, gold leaf, diamante, acrylic and pastel, in fact anything she thinks would enhance her work, to produce her highly decorative and dramatic pictures.
Below are images of each of the pictures in the series, just click on them to see them full size.
Signed prints and cards of each painting are available. Please contact the gallery for details.
Lewis Carroll's Introduction to "Alice in Wonderland"
All in the golden afternoon,
Full leisurely we glide;
For both of our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretence,
Our wondering to guide,
Imperious prima flashes fourth ,
Her edict “to begin it”:
In gentler tones secunda hopes
“There will be nonsense in it!”
While terita interrupts the tale,
Not more then once a minute.
Anon to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast-
And half believe it true.
Thus grew the tale of wonderland,
Thus slowly one by one,
Its quaint events where hammered out - -
And now the tale is done,
And home we steer a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.
Alice! A childish story take,
And with gentle hand
Lay it where childhood dreams are twined
In memory’s mystic band,
Like pilgrim’s wither’d wreath of flowers
Pluck’d in far off land.
DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE
When the rabbit actually took a watch out of it’s waistcoat- pocket and looked at it, then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket or a watch to take out of it. Burning with curiosity she ran across the field after it and was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit hole under the hedge.
“There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to the table, half hoping to she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it (“which certainly was not here before,” said Alice), and tied round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words ”DRINK ME” beautifully printed on it in large letters.
THE POOL OF TEARS
I Wish I Hadn't Cried So Much
...her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, "and in that case I can go back by railway", she said to herself.
However she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high. "I wish I hadn't cried so much!" said Alice, as she swam about trying to find her way out.
A CAUCUS-RACE AND A LONG TALE
What else have you got in your pocket?
"But she must have a prize herself." said the Mouse. “Of course” the dodo replied very gravely “What else have you got in your pocket?” it went on, turning to Alice. "Only a thimble." said Alice sadly. "Hand it over here." said the Dodo.
Then they all crowded round her once more, while the Dodo solemly presented the thimble, saying "We beg your acceptance of this elegant thimble;" and when it had finished this short speach, they all cheered.
A Mouse's Tale
“Mine is a long tale a sad tale” said the mouse, turning to Alice, and sighing. “It is a long tail certainly,” said Alice looking down with wonder at the Mouse's tail.
THE RABBIT SENDS IN A LITTLE BILL
What Will Become of Me?
Before she had drunk half of the bottle she found her head pressing against the ceiling, and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken. She hastily put down the bottle, saying to her self “That’s quite enough - I hope that I shan’t grow anymore - As it is, I cant get out the door - I do wish I hadn’t drunk quite so much!”
Poor Little Thing!
An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. “Poor little thing!” said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle to it; but she was terribly frightened all the time at the thought that it might be hungry, in which case it would be very likely to eat her up in spite of all her coaxing.
Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and held it out to the puppy: whereupon the puppy jumped up into the air off all feet at one, with a yelp of delight and rushed at the stick ….
ADVICE FROM A CATERPILLAR
Who Are You?
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice. “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied rather shyly, "I-I hardly know sir, just at present – at lest I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then."
You Are Old Father William
“you are old, father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white; and yet you incessantly stand on your head- do you think at your age, it is right?” “in my youth’father William replied to his son, I feared I might injure the brain; but now I am perfectly sure I have none, Why I do it again and again’
Her Chin Had Struck Her Feet
“And now which is which?” she said and nibbled a little of the right hand bit to try the effect. The next moment she felt a violent blow underneath her chin: it had struck her foot!
Her Shoulders Were Nowhere to be Found
Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot, that there was hardly room to open her mouth: but she did it at last and managed to swallow a morsel of the left hand bit. “My head’s free at last!” said Alice in a tone of delight, which changed into alarm in another moment when she found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could see, when she looked down, was an immense length of neck which seemed to rise like a stalk out of the sea of green leaves that lay far below her.
PIG AND PEPPER
For The Duchess
The fish-footman began by producing from under his arm a great letter nearly as large as himself and he handed it over to the other, saying in a solemn tone “for the duchess an invitation from the queen to play croquet” The frog footman repeated in the same solemn tone. “from the Queen an invitation for the duchess to play croquet”
The door led right into a large kitchen, which was full of smoke from one end to the other: the Duchess was sitting on a three legged stool in the middle, nursing a baby: the cook was leaning over the fire, stirring a large cauldron which seemed to be full of soup.
“There's certainly too much pepper in that soup!” Alice said to herself, as well as she could for sneezing.
The duchess began to sing a short lullaby;
“Speak roughly to the little boy
And beat him when he sneezes
He only does it to annoy
Because he knows it teases.”
While the duchess sang the second verse of the song she kept tossing the baby violently up and down, and the poor little thing howled so that Alice could hardly hear the words;
It Only Grinned a Little Wider
Alice looked up and there was the Cat sitting on the branch of a tree “did you say pig or fig?” said the Cat “I said pig," replied Alice "and I wish you wouldn’t keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly you make me quite giddy."
“All right." said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning at the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained sometime after the rest had gone.
A MAD TEA-PARTY
The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it “No room! No room!” they cried out when they saw Alice coming. “There’s plenty of room!” said Alice indignantly and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.
“Have some wine,” the March Hare said in a encouraging tone. Alice looked around at the table. But there was nothing on it but tea. “I don’t see any wine” she remarked “There isn’t any” said the March Hare “Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it” said Alice angrily. “It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down with out being invited” said the March Hare “I didn’t know it was your table,” said Alice “it was made for a great many more than three.”
“ Your hair wants cutting.” said the Hatter. He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity and this was his first speech. “You should learn not to make personal remarks,” Alice said with some severity “it’s very rude.”
I Only Had To Sing
“Twinkle, twinkle little bat!
How I wonder what you’re at!
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea-tray in the sky
Here the dormouse shook it self and started singing in its sleep:
“twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle-etc”
THE QUEEN'S CROQUET-GROUND
The Rose Garden
“Would you tell me please,” said Alice, a little timidly “why you are painting those roses?” Five and Seven said nothing but looked at Two.
Two began in a low voice “Why, the fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to have bin a red rose tree, and we put a white one in by mistake; and if the Queen was to find out we should all have our heads cut of, you know. So you see Miss we're doing our best afore she comes, to --"
At this moment Five who had been anxiously looking across the garden called out "The Queen! The Queen!" and the three gardeners instantly threw themselves flat upon their faces.
Off With Her Head!
The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast, began screaming “Off with her head! Off with ----“
Do You Play Croquet?
“Get to your places!” shouted the Queen with a voice like thunder, and people began running about in all directions, tumbling up against each other: however, they got settled down in a minute or two, and the game began.
Alice thought she had never seen such a curious croquet-ground in her life: it was all ridges and furrows: the croquet balls were live hedgehogs, and the mallets live flamingos, and the soldiers had to double themselves up and stand on their hands and feet to make the arches.
THE MOCK TURTLE'S STORY
The Mock Turtle's Story
"This here young lady," said the Gryfon, "she wants to know your history she do."
"I'll tell her," said the Mock Turtle in a deep hollow tone: "sit down both of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished."
THE LOBSTER QUADRILLE
The Solemn Dance
‘Will you walk a little faster?” said a whiting to a snail,
“There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle –will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you join the dance?
You can really have notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!”
But the snail replied “Too far, too far!” and gave a look askance-
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
“What matters is how far we go?” his scaly friend replied.
“There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France-
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you join the dance?”
The Voice of the Lobster
“Tis the voice of the lobster: I heard him declare
you have baked me too brown, I must have sugar in my hair.”
As a duck with his eyelids, so he with his nose
Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes,
When the sands are all dry, he’s gay as a lark,
And will talk in contemptuous tones of the shark:
But when the tide rises and sharks are around,
His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.”
WHO STOLE THE TARTS?
Who Stole The Tarts?
On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and then unrolled the parchment scroll, and read as follows:-
“The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summers day:
The knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them quite away!”
The White Rabbit Reads
"Begin at the begining," the KIng said gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then, stop."
These were the verses the White Rabbit read:-
“They told me you had been to her,
And mentioned me to him:
She gave me a good character,
But said I could not swim,
He sent them word I had not gone
(We know it to be true):
If she should push the matter on,
What would become of you?
I gave her one, they gave him two,
You gave us three or more,
They all returned from him to you,
Though they were mine before.
If I or she should chance to be
Involved in this affair,
He trusts to you to set them free,
Exactly as we were,
My notion was that you have been
(Before she had this fit)
An obstacle that came between
Him, and ourselves, and it,
Don’t let him know she liked them best,
For this must ever be
A secret kept from all the rest
Between your self and me
There They Are!
"Why, there they are!" said the King triumphantly, pointing to the tarts on the table." Nothing can be clearer than that. Then again - 'before she had this fit -' you never had fits, my dear, I think?" he said tothe Queen.
"Never!" said the Queen furiously throwing an inkstand at the Lizard as she spoke.
Your Nothing But a Pack of Cards
“Who cares for you?” said Alice, (she had grown to her full size by this time.) “Your nothing but a pack of cards!”
At this time the whole pack of cards rose up into the air, and came flying down upon her; she gave a little scream, half fright and half of anger, and tried to beat to beat them off, and found herself lying on the bank, with her head in the lap of her sister, who was gently brushing away some dead leaves that had fluttered down from the trees upon her face.
“Wake up Alice dear!” said her sister “ Why what a long sleep you’ve had!”
“Oh I’ve had such a curious dream!” said Alice.