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.  

UPDATE.
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:
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.