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Stephen Ellcock brings the art gallery directly to the people with this eclectic collection of more than 240 inspiring images designed to stimulate, uplift and deliver joy. Designed to stimulate and inspire, All Good Things is an exciting, eclectic collection of over 200 images from world-leading museums as well as lesser-known collections. In a finely calibrated procession of image, quote and myth, Stephen Ellcock leads us through the Realms of Creation - from the Stars to the Seas, the Natural to the Supernatural - to give us his extraordinary world vision. A treasure trove of 3,000 years of artistic creation, scientific enquiry and pan-global magical, philosophical and religious traditions. The best of the world's beauty, creativity and curiosity in a single book. 'Stephen's collection of glorious images is one of the most reliably edifying and entertaining things in my day.' Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time Please note this is a fixed-format ebook with colour images and may not be well-suited for older e-readers.
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IN SEVERAL DECADES of image hunting
and disseminating I have learned much
about the human urge to make art out of
our curiosity, exploration and discovery, and
I have seen too the profound joy that such
art can bring in others. I have specialised
in the discovery of lesser-known art – drawn
from archives and libraries, images made
by scientists, mystics, visionaries and
explorers as well as artists. This book, a
lifetime in the making, takes its shape and
title from the very first English encyclopedia
– OMNE BONUM –
and explores our world and the human
response to it one realm at a time, just as
our forefathers did, the medieval scholars
and monks who created those early books of
knowledge and treasures.
1 3 5 7 9 10 8 6 4 2
First published in 2019 by September Publishing
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A L L
O M N E
G O O D
B O N U M
T H I N G S
COMPILED BY
STEPHEN
ELLCOCK
FOR JACKIEwho has shown me a pathwaythrough the patterns
CREATING THE INFINITE ARCHIVE
INTRODUCTION
CREATION
IMAGES 1–8
THE FIRMAMENT
IMAGES 9–25
THE FACE OF THE WATERS
IMAGES 26–47
THE FACE OF THE EARTH
IMAGES 48–64
THE VEGETABLE KINGDOM
IMAGES 65–90
THE ANIMAL KINGDOM
IMAGES 91–117
THE HUMAN REALM
IMAGES 118–142
THE REALM OF SCIENCE AND THE SENSES
IMAGES 143–162
HEAVENLY BODIES
IMAGES 163–183
THE INVISIBLE WORLD
IMAGES 184–199
GODS AND MONSTERS
IMAGES 200–217
VISIONS OF ETERNITY
IMAGES 218–228
READING LIST
CREDITS, SOURCES AND COPYRIGHT
In all Things, all Things service do to all:And thus a Sand is Endless, though most small.And every Thing is truly Infinite,In its Relation deep and exquisite.
— Thomas Traherne (1636–74)
INTRODUCTION
I HAVE ALWAYS COLLECTED IMAGES,THE PROBLEM IS THAT FOR MOST OF MY LIFEI NEVER KNEW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM.
IN THE PAST I explained this compulsion
away to myself as a search for pattern,
meaning and a semblance of order in
what has often been a ragged and disorderly
existence, a defence mechanism for staving
off chaos and dismay.
Like most children of the age of mass
communication I became an obsessive
consumer of images from the moment I
learned to focus. A pre-school love of comics
proved a gateway drug to the harder thrills
of Marvel and DC comics and then, slightly
later, the illicit, intoxicating, utopian visions
of the then-thriving ‘underground’ press,
followed closely by the dystopian grit of
Punk-era fanzines. All of these multifarious
publications, begged for, stolen, borrowed
or bought with every last available penny of
pocket money, unemployment cheque or
student grant, were, however, merely grist
for what was to become an all-consuming
obsession. I would pore over every available
item of newsprint searching for and tearing
or cutting out any images that interested,
inspired or startled me. I would do the
same to my parents’ and grandparents’ news-
papers and colour supplements, to my
mother’s copies of She or Woman’s Own,
my sister’s Jackies and Disco 45s, and to
particular magazines my father naively
assumed were discreetly hidden.
My unbridled butchery even extended to
certain books.
The purpose of all of this vandalism was to
provide me with the raw material for what
my addled adolescent imagination initially
conceived as a vast treasure store or infinite
archive of images, which would be stored in
hundreds, even thousands, of scrapbooks,
or else assembled as gigantic, impossibly
complex collages, all of which would even-
tually evolve into a visual map of
‘Everything’.
These unnervingly megalomaniac ten-
dencies were obviously a source of distress
and deep concern for my parents and I was,
at various times, threatened with psych-
iatrists, unspecified ‘outdoor activities’,
Sunday school and membership of the Boy
Scouts.
By the time I left home, I had accumulat-
ed dozens of boxes, suitcases and bags of all
descriptions crammed with tens of thousands
of scraps and orphan images, many torn or
cut from what are now incredibly valuable
artefacts.
Encouraged by a couple of disapprov-
ing, deeply unimpressed girlfriends and re-
current bouts of ennui, I eventually aban-
doned my doomed attempt at constructing a
physical version of the kind of universal,
labyrinthine library that had previously only
existed in the imaginations of Jorge Luis
Borges, M. C. Escher or Giovanni Battista
Piranesi out of old copies of Oz, Howard
the Duck and Ripped & Torn.
Still, I had at least managed to fill a few
scrapbooks and even succeeded in cobbling
together a collage or two along the way.
Sadly (or, perhaps, thankfully), at some
point between my first free festival and my
first eviction, I had either discarded, lost or
abandoned this entire mouldering stockpile
of scraps.
Over the course of the subsequent,
chaotic decades, my obsession with patterns
may have been sublimated but it never left
me, it simply manifested itself in different
ways.
I managed to blag a fairly successful
living as a professional musician/uni-digit
keyboard prodder for a while, in spite of the
fact I possessed zero technical ability and no
previous experience. I did, however, discover
that I possessed a natural aptitude and flair
for arrangement and production, which are,
after all, forms of pattern-making.
After a few years of critical, peer and
industry acclaim1 but widespread public
indifference,2 the band I was a member
of split/imploded/self-destructed in the
messiest possible manner. Unwilling to
spend my days trapped in dank east London
basements programming hi-hats and
quantising bass guitars, I found a job in a
bookshop where, to the consternation and
bemusement of long-suffering colleagues,
I became obsessed with ‘merchandising’,
display, the arrangement and disposition
of books on shelves, and so on. Once again,
a deep-seated pattern-making impulse
manifesting itself – and incredibly, strangely
rewarding … for a year or two, at least.
Then, at a moment of crisis, I lost sight
of the patterns and the pathways through
the patterns and I stupidly succumbed to
disarray and dissolution. What followed was
a textbook careering off the rails, complete
with all the cliched and tedious dependencies,
addictions, depravities and degradations
that feature in the lexicon of boring mid-life
dissipation.
When the inevitable crash and burn
occurred I was homeless, alone, seriously ill
and, according to eyewitnesses, ‘blue’. Bed-
bound in unfamiliar homes for several
months, I eventually succumbed to the
constant encouragement and exhortations
from sisters and exceptionally kind and
well-meaning ‘friends’ I could barely recall,
and signed up to Facebook.
I didn’t own a laptop or computer at the
time and the emerging world of social media
revealed through the prism of my ancient
mobile phone was, for all its vaunted possi-
bilities, bland and terribly mundane.
Gradually, however, I began to create a
network of connections and, as I did so, the
realisation dawned on me that social media
is as much a visual as a verbal medium.3
From that point on I decided to forget all
about attempting witty badinage with total
strangers and concentrate instead on visual
communication and, most importantly, the
creation of themed albums which can now
feature thousands of related images.
Nothing could have prepared me for the as-
tonishing and overwhelming response I have
received over the course of the past ten years
from hundreds of thousands of ‘friends’,
followers and sundry strangers from every
conceivable continent and country, all driven
to find meaning, validation and solace in
images.
For all the flaws, frustrations and neces-
sary compromises involved in participation,
social media would seem to provide the
perfect launch pad for an Infinite Archive, a
panoramic work, dynamic and interactive,
encompassing the whole of creation, con-
taining multiple pathways that a reader can
enter at any point or reread many times.
This book is the next step and corner-
stone in the construction of that Infinite
Archive.
The title Omne Bonum/All Good Things
is a homage to the first attempt at creating
an English-language encyclopaedia by the
fourteenth-century scribe James Le Palmer.
Omne Bonum was intended to be a vast
tome, a compilation of all the knowledge
available to the author in his time. In the
author’s words: ‘Virtually all good things
[are] contained herein.’
Following James Le Palmer’s example
and using images drawn from three thousand
years of artistic creation, scientific enquiry
and pan-global magical, philosophical and
religious traditions, this book is designed as
a visual journey from the beginning of Time
to the vastness of the Eternity via all the
realms of Creation: the four elements – Air,
Water, Fire and Earth; the Vegetable, Animal
and Human kingdoms; the wonders of
Science; the Senses and the Heavens; and
finally the spirit realm, Heaven, Hell and
Infinity.
The images I have selected are but a few
examples of our attempts to comprehend
and visualise the Cosmos and our place
within it. My deepest wish is to bring a little
piece of Heaven down to Earth. Failing that,
I would settle for giving anyone who visits
these pages a glimpse of the wonder, beauty
and mystery that still exist in the world
around us.
Decades have passed since my manic-ob-
sessive image-gathering days, and I and the
World have experienced enormous changes,
but I am still pretty much the same in many
ways. I am still destitute, still pretty much
unemployable, still ill, still ill-at-ease, still
unwelcome in polite society and I am still
collecting images, but at least I now know
what to do with them …
1 OK, perhaps not universal ‘critical, peer and
industry acclaim’, but still tilted towards the positive in spite
of certain high-profile detractors. Let’s say 75 per cent
‘critical, peer and industry acclaim’ for the sake of argument.
2 Honourable exceptions, the indie stalwarts of
Greece, Portugal, Belgium, Japan and maybe one or two
other major-label ‘third-tier territories’.
3 Nobody ever seemed to suspect that, for the first
eighteen months to two years I was posting on Facebook, I
was using such an antediluvian phone (when I was out of
my then office), that I literally could not see any of the links
or images I was posting. It was pure guesswork (particularly
risky in the case of YouTube clips from obscure Soviet
archives).
In 1937, the following poem by Paul Valérywas engraved on the facade of the Musée del’Homme, Paris.
Il dépend de celui qui passeQue je sois tombe ou trésorQue je parle ou me taiseCeci ne tient qu’a toi.Ami, n’entre pas sans désir.
It depends on those who passWhether I am a tomb or treasureWhether I speak or am silentThe choice is yours alone.Friend, do not enter without desire.
IMAGES 1–8
1 Black square representing the nothingness prior tothe universe from Utriusque Cosmi Maioris Scilicet EtMinoris Metaphysica by Robert Fludd (English, 1574–1637), Oppenheim, Germany, 1617
ACCORDING TO ANCIENT Chinese
Daoist (or Taoist) tradition, the
universe began as a formless, lifeless
void. Over time, this void formed itself into
a vast cosmic egg within which the opposing
forces of Yin and Yang were hatched and the
first living being, a furry, two-horned giant,
known as Pangu, was conceived.
Oblivious to the primordial turmoil and
chaos around him, Pangu slept for 18,000
years and grew, and grew. Eventually, the
Yin and the Yang resolved themselves into a
perfect, miraculous equilibrium, and Pangu
awoke.
Unnerved to find himself surrounded by
utter darkness and total silence, he fashioned
a magical axe from the energies around him
and, with an almighty swing, sundered the
shell of the cosmic egg in two, splitting Yin
and Yang.
The upper half of the shell became the
sky (Yang) and the lower half, the earth (Yin).
Determined to keep the two halves of the
egg apart, Pangu stood between them
holding up the sky. With each day that
passed, the sky rose ten feet above him and
the layers of the earth increased by ten feet
beneath him. In order to keep pace and the
two worlds apart, Pangu himself was forced
to grow by ten feet every single day.
2 The end of the First Book of Macrocosmic Principlesfrom Utriusque Cosmi Maioris Scilicet Et MinorisMetaphysica by Robert Fludd, Oppenheim, Germany, 1617
Pangu laboured heroically for 18,000
years, until the realms were finally stabilised
and then, exhausted by his efforts, he lay
down and died, but death was not to be the
end of him.
It is said that Pangu’s breath became the
wind and the clouds, and his voice the sound
of thunder. His gleaming left eye became the
sun and his twinkling right eye, the moon.
His hair and beard found homes in the
heavens as the constellations and the Milky
Way, his limbs formed themselves into
mountain ranges and his flesh became the
fertile soil which feeds all living things. His
flowing blood became the rivers of the world
and his sweat, the rain. His bones turned to
gemstones, minerals and the precious
treasures hidden underground; his fur
became trees, forests and flora. It is even
claimed that the fleas which once tormented
him were scattered by the winds to become
the common ancestors of every bird, fish
and animal.
Pangu created the world around us and
the heavenly worlds above us but Daoists
also believe that his spirit animates and lives
within every creature and every person that
has ever walked upon the earth.
3 The Creation According to Genesis from TheNuremberg Chronicles (Liber Chronicarum), written byHartmann Schedel and illustrated with woodcuts byMichael Wolgemut, 1493Day four: the creation of the stars, the sun and the moon.
4 (a & b) Tantric paintings from Rajasthan, India,representing the Cosmic Egg (Brahmanda), artist(s)unknown, nineteenth or early twentieth century
5 Fiant Luminaria from De Aetatibus Mundi Imagines(The Illustrated Ages of the World) by Portuguese painter,historian, architect and humanist philosopher Francisco deHolanda (1517–84), 1545
6 Christine de Pizan and the Sibyl standing in a sphereof the cosmos, with the moon, sun and stars surroundingthem, from Le livre du chemin de long estude by Christinede Pizan, Paris, 1402–03
7 Creation of the Sun and the Moon from the BibleHistoriale, vol.1 by Master of Jean de Mandeville (active1350–70), France, c.1360–70
8De Aetatibus Mundi Imagines (The Illustrated Ages ofthe World) by Portuguese painter, historian, architect andhumanist philosopher Francisco de Holanda (1517–84), 1545
The creation of the world didnot occur at the beginning of time,it occurs every day.
— Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time, vol. 3, The Guermantes Way, 1925
IMAGES 9–25
9 Astronomy: the Aurora Borealis, with Pine Trees inthe Foreground by Max Raebel, colour process print, 1909
Raebel visited Norway for several years to make pastelstudies of the aurora borealis.
IN THE TIME OF PRIMEVAL darkness
and never-ending murk, before the
miracle of Creation had occurred, the
Maori god Rangi, the universal father and
personification of the sky, fell in love with
Papa, the goddess of the earth below. Utterly
besotted, Rangi descended through the
darkness to become one with Papa.
However, as is so often the case with
l’amour fou, their loving embraces had
unforeseen and catastrophic consequences.
Rangi and Papa’s passionate writhing
crushed and trapped the host of lesser gods,
to whom they had given birth, between
them – condemning them to an existence of
misery and unrelenting gloom.
Nothing could grow or flourish in this
dense, all-consuming darkness. The lesser
gods, imprisoned between the sky and the
earth, employed all their powers, skills and
cunning in a desperate attempt to free
themselves and separate their infatuated
parents, but all their plots and schemes came
to nothing.
Their plight became increasingly
hopeless and their methods more extreme
until, at last, Tāne, the personification of
the forests, devised an ingenious solution.
He commanded his vast army of tall and
noble trees to raise Father Rangi far above
Mother Papa, to set him on high and support
him there for ever more.
So it was that Tāne successfully wrenched
his parents apart, uplifting his father far
above his mother, creating the arch of the
sky and flooding the earth with life-giving
light. Ever since that day, Rangi has remained
in his own realm, gazing down lovingly at
Papa, and all living beings owe their existence
to the gifts they both give us every day.