EVA DOLGYRA - Born and raised in Athens, Greece. Graduated in 2011 from the Glasgow School of Art, with a BA(Hons) in Visual Communication.
Now based in Glasgow, working as a Graphic Designer by day and Freelance Illustrator by night.
My influences cover a wide spectrum both thematically and geographically, with a particular fondness for themes touching on the strange, the bizarre and the imaginary.
Often reflected in my work is my soft spot for traditional printmaking; however I believe there is a right tool for each job and enjoy using my laptop just as much as I do a chisel.
If you’d like to get in touch, you can find me at evadolgyra@gmail.com
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First attempt at collographing.
Three inks, printed on a letterpress.
Glasgow Urban Legends
A series of prints based on three stories that I heard from a friend of a friend of mine here in Glasgow...
Three inks, printed on a letterpress.
Glasgow Urban Legends
A series of prints based on three stories that I heard from a friend of a friend of mine here in Glasgow...
The Iron Man of the Gorbals
The Elephant Under The Big Blue
"The story goes that under Kelvin Bridge next to the Underground lies an elephant carcass long buried. Its final resting place is just beneath a bar and restaurant formerly known as The Big Blue. And so the legend of the Elephant Under The Big Blue was born. Supposedly in the late 1920s or 30s the circus performing at Kelvin Hall would parade the animals through the West End on their way to the venue. On one occasion an elephant collapsed on the Kelvin Bridge and died. With no heavy lifting equipment to move the creature, a grave was dug below the bridge, one of the towers was dismantled and he was pushed into the river. There's apparently no record of this event and nothing to mark the grave. Subsequent swimmers and latterly Underground explorers have failed to turn up with so much as a tusk."
"This much we do know. There were elephants roaming the streets of Glasgow since the early 1900s. Processions of Chipperfelds' and Billy Smart's circuses through the Gorbals became the stuff of legend with hundreds turning out to follow them through the city. Our elephant has also often been mistaken for another West End celebrity pachyderm called Sir Roger who was a Glasgow Zoo resident up to 1900. His remains were gifted to Kelvingrove where he has resided ever since. Even Loch Ness monster sightings have been explained away as travelling circus elephants taking a dip so the idea of the river Kelvin having its own is perhaps not too far fetched.
Like the elephant, The Big Blue is sadly no longer with us and its new owners may know more than they let on having renamed the venue Inn Deep."
Like the elephant, The Big Blue is sadly no longer with us and its new owners may know more than they let on having renamed the venue Inn Deep."
- Excerpt from The Locals' Guide to Glasgow, by Owen O'Leary, page 128.
The White Lady
"In the depths of the Southern Necropolis cemetery in the Gorbals, Glasgow, sits what looks like the sort of old, worn statue you’d find in any graveyard the world over. Known as The White Lady, the statue is of a woman wearing a cloak, looking rather maudlin, or thoughtful. [...]
The White Lady stands over the grave of Magdalene Smith and her housekeeper of several years, Mary McNaughton. Magdalene was the wife of a local carpet manufacturer, John Smith. She and Mary were heading home after attending church one night in 1933. It was raining heavily and the pair crossed Langlands Road, by Queens Park, huddled under an umbrella. Neither could see the traffic properly, and were hit by a passing tram. Magdalene died upon arrival at the Victoria Infirmary, whist Mary died a short while later.
The White Lady stands over the grave of Magdalene Smith and her housekeeper of several years, Mary McNaughton. Magdalene was the wife of a local carpet manufacturer, John Smith. She and Mary were heading home after attending church one night in 1933. It was raining heavily and the pair crossed Langlands Road, by Queens Park, huddled under an umbrella. Neither could see the traffic properly, and were hit by a passing tram. Magdalene died upon arrival at the Victoria Infirmary, whist Mary died a short while later.
It’s supposed that the ghost of one of the women haunts the White Lady. For decades, the story has gone around that the statue is able to move of it’s own volition. People have claimed that it’s head has followed them moving through the cemetery. Creepy. And even more bizarre is that the White Lady turns people to stone by staring at them. To avoid this, it’s advised to dance around the statue three times chanting, 'White Lady, White Lady, White Lady.'"
- From the Modern Scot.
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