Here's another one of my castles.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Babes in the Wood
I wanted to paint something sad and autumny a while ago and I thought of this poem Babes in the Wood
The Babes in the Wood
My dear do you know
How a long time ago
Two poor little children,
Whose names I don't know,
Were stolen away
On a fine summer's day.
And left in a wood
As I've heard people say.
And when it was night,
So sad was their plight,
The sun it went down,
And the moon gave no light!
They sobbed and they sighed
And they bitterly cried
And the poor little things,
They lay down and died.
And when they were dead,
The robins so red,
Brought strawberry leaves
And over them spread;
And all the day long,
They sang them this song--
Poor babes in the wood!
Poor babes in the wood!
And don't you remember
The babes in the wood?
And of Hansel and Gretel too and this cover from a Golden Book we had at home, with the creepy fox in the background.
And ultimately, I painted this:
Painting teeny tiny people takes an awful long time. This was nothing like as easy as the castle paintings I have been doing, where the clouds are so fun they get finished very quickly. This was the rest of my experiment with the frisket. I used it on the little figures and on the foregrounds bushes and the animals. It worked extremely well and peeled off perfectly even after being on for over a week with no stains. I think it will become a permanent fixture of my supply box.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Goblin Market
I think that Goblin Market is a very moving poem about sisterhood. This painting is an attempt to illustrate the following section of poem:
She clipped a precious golden lock,
She dropped a tear more rare than pearl,
Then sucked their fruit globes fair or red:
Sweeter than honey from the rock,
Stronger than man-rejoicing wine,
Clearer than water flowed that juice;
She never tasted such before,
How should it cloy with length of use?
She sucked and sucked and sucked the more
Fruits which that unknown orchard bore,
She sucked until her lips were sore;
Then flung the emptied rinds away,
But gathered up one kernel stone,
And knew not was it night or day
As she turned home alone.
The poem is so visual that I find it very inspiring. I have some more sketches worked up for parts of the poem.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Snow White's Vengeance
This picture was inspired by the Grimm version of the tale, in which the evil queen is forced to dance in red hot iron shoes.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
A Gnome Home
This is what a gnome looks like at home. Apparently gnomes can be distinguished from other fantastical creatures because they are somewhat more benevolent and they are caretakers of nature. This gnome has a great many insect pets.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Troll Rogue
This is a troll rogue from World of Warcraft. He's just killed a Fen Stalker in Zangarmarsh.
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