Saturday, 14 February 2015

The Proclamation

The scene has moved inside, Tsar and daughter proudly awaiting the ship that will fly.

Very dependent on photographs for this picture, I wanted an authentically Russian interior and dress.

Sunday, 11 January 2015

A forest meeting

The second picture is now a third finished.  The balance of the figures is a bit off balance, but should work once the background is in. Initially I thought I had made a major blunder with the comparative size of the figures.  However, holding my nerve has paid off I think and they look ok.  The old man is meant to be exaggerated anyway.

I am finding the need to draw very necessary at the moment.  In fact the story has become affectionately known as my sanity project.  

Have been intermittently blogging this, partly to take a break from the fiddly details

Monday, 22 December 2014

A ship of Fools

Having made a start on a large scale version of the Fool and his companions, I am adjusting the picture all the time.  The composition has changed as I was not happy with the relationship between each character, or the size of the boat.
The paper -I am using- is much softer, the moleskine is watercolour rough whilst the larger sheet is watercolour smooth.  Both about 260lb weight but with a completely different surface.  This has made a complete change in the pencil work.  You live and learn.

Saturday, 22 November 2014

Telling tales

I have been posting these on the site I share with my other half:

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


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.