Saturday, 22 November 2014

Telling tales

I have been posting these on the site I share with my other half:
http://hillsofnottingham.wordpress.com/

The whole process has been an opportunity to fall in love with pencil drawing again.  Tim gave me a Rotring propelling pencil,which is a joy to use.

The pictures are ideas for the Fool of the World and the Flying Ship.  Most of the illustrations are out of sequence in construction.   I have plans for about 4 or 5 more, but they are resting inside the pencil, waiting to be called out.
After resting for some time, the Fool awoke to the sound of a wooden staff tapping on the ground.
;The old man's advice proved sound. As the Fool opened his eyes he saw, not a tree trunk but a sturdy wooden boat with owl feather oars. 

Eater, Swift and Farsight kept watch over their sleeping companion.


Thursday, 13 November 2014

Playing

I wish I was a better writer.  I would probably be a better writer if I stopped worrying about it and just wrote.
Ah well...time will tell.  I am trying to sketch out a retelling of some of my favourite stories.  The ones I remember best from when I was little.  They seem to be mostly Russian or from the tradition of Eastern Europe generally Romanian or Ukrainian.  Sometimes they are Lappish or Sami.
I always loved the ones with the trickster, usually Fox, and his attempts to outwit the other forest inhabitants.  Poor bear and his lost tail.
The way Crow out wits Fox.

I have been retelling myself these stories as I walk to work.  Think I need a dictaphone.

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Sometimes the heart carries a heavy load

Dedicated to those who have a gap that should not be there, an absence too soon and who did not get to say goodbye properly.

Friday, 27 June 2014

Tigers lie in wait

There are lots of different stories about how the Tiger got his stripes.
Kipling told one in his second Jungle book: How Fear Came.  Which tells the story of how Shere Khan boasts of his right to kill man and how Hathi tells the tale of how this came to be.