Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts

Sunday, December 19, 2010

'Tangled' Art!


I did the line-art with my quill and ink, and then colored it digitally. This piece I did before I even saw the movie, heh.



This one I drew after I saw the movie . . . He's showing off his not-super-strengthed hand, I guess? xD



Also after the movie, obviously.
Cupcakes and dancing and bookstores and fiddle music and . . . basically one of my favorite parts.
I did this with quill and ink as well, I like parchment doodling! And then I colored it with colored pencils. I never really used colored pencils before, so I don't think it turned out as well as it should have, but I wanted a sort of soft and fun pencil look, so I'm happy with it overall. It's colorful anyway :D

I'll try to do another artwork post soon; I've got plenty of not Tangled-related stuff lying around. I even did my first ever watercolor painting today! Which turned out . . . pretty good considering I know zilch about technique and so basically learned as I went along, hahahahaha.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Phoenix Requiem

I advertised the fantastic webcomic "The Dreamer" on this blog in my last post. Now I'm going to recommend yet another, "Phoenix Requiem", which can also be reached using a banner on the sidebar of this blog. The art took a little bit of warming up to, but definitely improved over time, as before long the panels became absolutely gorgeous. Also, it's like a pseudo-Victorian fantasy, so that gives it major like points as well. The beginning's a bit slow, but the intrigue that comes later is well worth it.

Also, the artist/author gave one of her main characters very Tennant-esque hair, and was awesome enough to pay tribute to her inspiration in the following piece:


Gotta love that.

(Picture taken from artsangel's dA gallery, here. It's worth a perusal.)

Friday, July 9, 2010

Doctor, Doctor



My dear friend Linden over at Willowcliffe Studios recently requested that I draw two of her favorite Doctors, Five and Ten. Since they are two of my favorites as well, I was more than happy to comply, although it was a bit scary since I've never drawn them before! It was a fun project, but I hope to do better in the future :)


Friday, July 2, 2010

Amy!

Amy Pond, to accompany my Rory Williams sketch which I uploaded earlier. I originally wanted this piece to be more complex, this portrait being the centerpiece of the image but with smaller scenes surrounding that I thought important to the character, but . . . the paper was very small. So this is what I ended up with. I might draw those other scenes and add them to this later with Photoshop, but I'm a bit scared of computer art, so maybe not. We'll see.

I guess this means I really do need to attempt an Eleventh Doctor now? I'm scared of that, too.

Book Reviews for June are almost done, so be on the lookout for that post. Also, I've been writing more, so updates on "Sons of Cwendor" and a bit more creative writing should be up for view here shortly as well, so don't be a stranger!

Sunday, June 13, 2010

More Artwork

This is a bit of still-life charcoal work that I did for my art class. I really hated doing the pattern on the cloth, which is why it's a bit wonky. I drew the cloth itself, with all its folds, one classtime, and then next classtime it was all moved, so I basically had to reinvent the pattern since it no longer matched my folds. Bother it. That's what I get for choosing to draw the set-up at a weird, cloth-central angle!

More "Who" art--child Amy Pond, waiting for the Doctor to come back. This blocky style isn't typical of my work, but it fit how I wanted to draw the piece, and I had a lot of fun contrasting the lights and darks, which is why I love charcoal anyway. And I had red conte crayon at hand, so I was able to add the red highlights :)

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Rory!


So, I'm gonna start posting my art more frequently (hopefully!), especially since I'm trying to focus my energies on artwork a bit more now that I am taking a year off school (this goes hand in hand with the focusing more on writing thing).

Ta-da! It's Rory! I sketched him last night while watching "King Kong". It's my first time attempting to draw him, so I think it turned out pretty well all things considered. Also, I'm more a charcoal person than a graphite person, so this is my best pencil drawing in a, uh, looooong time :)

I'm starting a series of Doctor Who paper dolls, just for fun. It's entertaining so far. I'll post pics when I'm done with the first one; I'm experimenting with Photoshop for the first time to fix the coloring errors I made when I was just coloring with pencil.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Hey

No time for anything more than a quick hello right now, I'm afraid, but a quick hello is better than nothing at all! My laptop's still messed up, but I'm probably going to start using it again soon anyway, which means I'll be able to post more frequently. Also, I am aware that my monthly book review post is late. However, my reviews and stuff are all on my laptop, so I've been unable to access them! Look for the review post soon.

I played hopscotch with my siblings yesterday; it was very clear and hot outside, but in a very different way than in Hawaii. The sky was more white than blue, and the air was very dry. We also blew bubbles and drew chalk pictures. And Lathspell and I both speedily drew our own versions of Faquarl the djinn from the Bartimaeus Trilogy; mine's better, of course. Maybe I'll post it later, haha.

Also, I still want to post photos of my artwork that I did over the course of last semester! All the pictures are, you guessed it, on my laptop. So expect a flood of posts in the near future; I have a lot of catching up to do.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

National Doodle Day, Doctor!

I love the Fifth Doctor (my fave, along with Ten and Two), and so literally squealed when I saw these--Peter Davison's doodles for National Doodle Day!



YES! The Doctor drew the Doctor, and it's ADORABLE!! Eeee! Check out the celery! And the brainy specs!! :D

I want to watch "Caves" now. Or "Enlightenment".

Thursday, February 18, 2010

MUCH Bettah!

Oh yeah, that's more like it. This week's episode ("The Substitute") is waaay better than last week's! It fulfilled almost all of my previously stated requirements as far as what characters to include, after all :) I'm going to add Smoke Monster to my list though, because he's turning out to be brilliant.

My only gripe is that Desmond is still mysteriously absent from, uh, just about everywhere, and there's only about thirteen hours left now, right? His absence is distracting me! And for some reason these flash-sideways things aren't that interesting to me. I'm not sure why. I really want to like them, and I liked the first one because of the mystery and weirdness and nostalgia, but these past two episodes they've been only mildly entertaining, not particularly compelling. Though that might be just me, because I know most folks I've talked to seem to like them a lot *shrugs*

Anyhow . . . I got my Art portfolio back today, and apparently got the best marks in my class, which makes me happy, as I'm not even an Art major. I'm tempted to double-major, but honestly? A double-major in Art and English? That's just like a double-whammy of the most useless majors you can get, alas. Why are all my interests so artsy?

In other news, my birthday's less than two weeks away now, as I suddenly realized yesterday. It's a bit rattling. I'm not used to the idea of being 18 yet, let alone 19! And then I'll be leaving my teens behind forever. It's a bit amusing and a bit sad, this whole growing up and getting older business. I'll probably go out to tea for my birthday, but other than that I have not the foggiest notion. Library trip, perhaps?

I hope you are all having a good week so far. Week six of the semester already, wow. Soon I'll be halfway done!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Quotation T-Shirt Challenge, Woot!


Every book-lover should make one of these. It's so much fun.
So is that my challenge to you for April? Um . . . why yes, I believe it is ^_^
This was a summer project I set for myself the summer before I left for college--and yes, I did mean to post pics and stuff sooner, but one thing drives out another, so to speak *wink*. I bought this t-shirt at Jo-Ann's for about 3 dollars, and a pack of fabric pens for about the same. Those are the only supplies needed, apart from a whole lotta booklovin'.
Trouble is, I'm now sort of out of room . . . so I need to get me another shirt. I did joke about getting some white jeans and writing on those to make a complete outfit, but I think that idea will remain just a joke. Unless I decide to be a library for Halloween. Which, you know, might happen.
Below is a (nearly--I have since added a couple more, I think) complete list of all the quotes that I currently sport around campus. Enjoy!


“Learning!” Eilonwy declared. “I’ve been up to my ears in learning. It doesn’t show, so it’s hard to believe that it’s there.”

-The High King, Lloyd Alexander


And thus it came to pass that the Silmarils found their long homes: One in the airs of heaven, and one in the fires of the heart of the world, and one in the deep waters.

-The Silmarillion, JRR Tolkien


“What if man is not really a scoundrel, man in general, I mean, the whole race of mankind—then all the rest is prejudice, simply artificial terrors and there are no barriers and all is as it should be.”

-Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky


“He might tell me how my story ends,” he murmured.

Meggie looked at him in astonishment. “You mean you don’t know?”

Dustfinger smiled . . .

“What’s so unusual about that, princess?” He asked quietly. “Do you know how your story ends?”

-Inkheart, Cornelia Funke


“Let me dream yet awhile.”

-The Worm Ouroboros, ER Eddison


Never again would he glitter and glide

and show himself off in midnight air,

exulting in his riches: he fell to earth

through the battle-strength in Beowulf’s arm.

-Beowulf


“Dear me, what would this barren vocabulary get out of the mightiest spectacle—the burning of Rome in Nero’s time, for instance? . . . ‘Town burned down; no insurance; boy brast a window; fireman brake his neck!’ Why, that ain’t a picture!”

-A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court


“Oh, Ahab, Ahab, lo, thy work.”

-Moby Dick, Herman Melville


“Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!”

-Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson


“Cursed demon! You have met your end! The Shivering Fire awaits you! I shall spread your vile essence across this hall like . . . um, like margarine, a very thick layer of it . . .”

-Ptolemy’s Gate, Jonathon Stroud


“Tell them I came, and no one answered,

That I kept my word,” he said.

-The Listeners, Walter de la Mare


“I wouldn’t care about my spirits,” said Bluebell, “if my legs weren’t so tired. Slugs are lucky to not have legs. I think I’ll be a slug.”

-Watership Down, Richard Adams


“You have no longer a master, Caleb,” said Ravenswood, endeavoring to extricate himself; “why, old man, would you cling to a falling tower?”

-The Bride of Lammermoor, Sir Walter Scott


Better late than never.

-Ab Urbe Condita, Livy


“Do you know I don’t know how one can walk by a tree and not be happy at the sight of it?”

-The Idiot, Fyodor Dostoevsky


“Dear old world,” she murmured, “you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.”

-Anne of Green Gables, LM Montgomery


Sherwood in the twilight,

Is Robin Hood awake?

-A Song of Sherwood, Alfred Noyes


“Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark.”

-The Tale of Despereaux, Kate DiCamillo


Curufin, Celegorm the fair,

Damrod and Diriel were there,

and Cranthir dark, and Maidros tall

(whom after torment would befall),

and Maglor the mighty who like the sea

with deep voice sings yet mournfully.

-The Lay of Leithian, JRR Tolkien


If Sydney Carton every shone anywhere, he certainly never shone in the house of Dr. Manette.

-A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens


“We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful.”

-The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde


“Let’s have different color rabbits, George.”

“Sure we will,” George said sleepily. “Red and blue and green rabbits, Lennie. Millions of ‘em.”

-Of Mice and Men, John Steinbeck


Trust dreams.

Trust your heart, and

Trust your story.

-Instructions, Neil Gaiman


When the apple is ripe and falls—why does it fall? Is it because . . . its stalk is withered . . . because the wind shakes it, or because the boy standing under the tree wants to eat it?

-War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy


The mind is its own place, and in itself

Can make a heav’n of hell, a hell of heav’n.

-Paradise Lost, John Milton


“And I write novels!” chimed in the other cop. “Though I haven’t had any published yet, so I better warn you, I’m in a meeeean mood!”

-The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams


“In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost, here goes—I mean Amen,” said Ransom.

-Perelandra, CS Lewis


“Now,” said Cei, “it is for you to pay me my story.”

-The Mabinogion


“I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”

-Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte


“Lacho calad! Drego morn!”

-The Children of Hurin, JRR Tolkien


Marius was done for. He loved a woman.

-Les Miserables, Victor Hugo


Roland is fierce and

Oliver is wise

And both for valor

May bear away the prize.

-The Song of Roland


From these most holy waters, born anew

I came, like trees by change of calendars 

Renewed with new-sprung foliage through and through,

Pure and prepared to leap up to the stars.

-Purgatorio, Dante


All children, except one, grow up.

-Peter Pan, JM Barrie


“My day has been too long.”

-The Last of the Mohicans, James Fenimore Cooper


Oh hark! Oh hear! How thin and clear,

And thinner, clearer, farther going!

O sweet and far from cliff and scar

The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!

-The Splendor Falls, Alfred Lord Tennyson


“Nothing wrong with me,” said Puddleglum. “Not a frog. Nothing frog with me. I’m a respectabiggle.”

-The Silver Chair, CS Lewis


Of arms I sing, and the hero, destiny’s exile . . .

-The Aeneid, Virgil


The fate of this man or that was less than a drop, although it was a sparkling one, in the great blue motion of the sunlit sea.

-The Once and Future King, TH White


“I am the king of Olaf-land, and there’s nothing you and your sheep can do about it.”

-The End, Lemony Snicket


Anything in any way beautiful derives its beauty from itself and asks nothing beyond itself. Praise is no part of it, for nothing is made worse or better by praise . . .

-Meditations, Marcus Aurelius


“Namarie! Nai hiruvalye Valimar. 

Nai elye hiruva. Namarie!”

-The Fellowship of the Ring, JRR Tolkien


She left the web, she left the room,

She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,

She saw the helmet and the plume,

She look’d down to Camelot.

-The Lady of Shalott, Alfred Lord Tennyson


“Er, aha ha. Hello mateys, I was flying my cloud, you see . . .”

-Mossflower, Brian Jacques


If there be any truth to poets’ prophecies, I shall live to all eternity, immortalized by fame.

-Metamorphoses, Ovid


“Leave him build his flutter-mills. The day’ll come, he’ll not even care to.”

-The Yearling, Marjorie Kinnon Rawlings


“You are a knave.”

-Oedipus Rex, Sophocles


I bow not yet before Iron Crown,

Nor cast my own small golden scepter down.

-Mythopoeia, JRR Tolkien


“I’m dying of boredom,” Howl said pathetically. “Or maybe just dying.”

-Howl’s Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones


“Schmendrick,”—for the wizard had just stooped through the doorway—“how many rs in ‘miracle’?”

“Two,” he answered wearily. “It has the same root as ‘mirror’.”

-The Last Unicorn, Peter S Beagle


Cassandra: O Father!

O my brothers! All your brightness dead!

I go. Now in the land of the defeated I

Will mourn my end and Agamemnon’s. I have lived.

-Agamemnon, Aeschyllus


“I followed you.”

“I saw no one.”

“That is what you may expect to see when I follow you.”

-His Last Bow; The Adventure of the Devil’s Foot, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle


Sing, O goddess, the ruinous wrath of Achilles . . .

-The Iliad, Homer


The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

-Ode to the West Wind, Percy Bysshe Shelley


Two men only have a right to answer the question asked in Ecclesiastes 6,000 years ago, ‘That which is far off and exceedingly deep, who can find it out?’ These two men are Captain Nemo and I.

-20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Jules Verne


How vain are all the hopes of humankind!

How sweet their promises of quiet seem,

And yet they end in shadows, smoke and dream.

-Don Quixote, Cervantes


Ah, she thought wisely, I am dreaming again . . .

-The Hero and the Crown, Robin McKinley

Monday, March 9, 2009

Ah, the Subtleties of Modern Art

So I was climbing up to the third floor of one of my school's libraries, to retrieve the "Pan's Labyrinth" DVD that I put on hold this morning (yes, I do actually have it in my possession now), and I was going casually because I enjoy walking up and down stairs without my ginormous backpack dragging me down.

I noticed that there are pieces of art set at intervals along the way: paintings on walls, and statues on the landings. Even a replica of the Rosetta Stone is set in the wall at one point (and  speaking as one who has seen the real thing I have to say it is nowhere near as beautiful as the original). You know what I mean: the sort of modernist sculptures of metal and stone twisted into weird shapes that make one long for the marbles of Ancient Greece; the fuzzy, colorful paintings that can be made out when squinting and standing on one's head. They give a general air of grandeur and 'class', but on scrutiny I generally find them to be lacking any feel of what I deem as art.

Anyway, I was scrutinizing them anyway, because it was pleasant to be climbing stairs without needing to go to class, and I hoped to find at least one piece of art to really enjoy, and upon the second floor landing there was a sculpture which really caught my attention. It was, to all appearances, a vaguely rounded lump of stone, perhaps knee-high and between one and two feet in width, set upon a pedestal, and colored a greyish, reddish-brown.

What is this? I wondered. And so, since I had time to spare, I walked over and stooped to read the plaque set at the pedestal's foot. And there I read the sculpture's name:

The Rock. 

. . . It is comforting, is it not, to know that the modernist art movement is coming full circle? They now use enormous lumps of stone to make models of rocks. And then display them as wonders.

Speaking as one who has seen the real thing, I have to say that this sculpture is nowhere near as beautiful as the original.

Friday, January 9, 2009

The Three Sons of Cwendor--Cover Art

A teaser for the story I'm writing for Laura's birthday. Which, by the way, is almost done.
The working title is 'The Three Sons of Cwendor'.



Sunday, December 21, 2008

The Oath of Feanor

Hello everyone, and yes, I am at home now, and it is all very lovely. Especially since my baby sister wasn't afraid of me like I was afraid she would be.

And an added bonus of being back at home is that I now have access to a scanner! So here at last is the picture I drew for Raven's Eye, as requested. Basically, he wanted me to draw the scene from The Silmarillion wherein Feanor and his sons make the terrible oath. So I obliged, and--here it is!

(Except it won't load onto my blog, unfortunately. So you'll have to follow this link to my DeviantArt, where I will post it for you guys.)


Monday, October 20, 2008

'The Nighthawk's Candle' - Part I


Okay, so this is my newest short story. I have written more than just part one, but part one is all you're getting today, because I want to polish part two a bit. And part one isn't very long, it's more a foreword than anything, but I hope you forgive me for that.

And hopefully this story isn't too confusing . . . It's been following me around, nipping at my ankles, for about a month, so the other day I finally decided to try and write it down, and it accepted eagerly and swiftly filled about four pages in record time. Yay!
(About the illustrations: I decided to go with a less realistic style for the illustrations: strong colors, clean lines, a bit more cartoony than is my wont. I think it works with the rather strange story, anyway. And yes, those are two children. All illustrations save one are done with black pen and colored pencils. On the pages of a very small sketchbook. So this is about the size of an index card. Done while I should have been studying, shame on me . . .)



The Nighthawk's Candle
I.
There was no Nighthawk, and no candle, but it was called the Nighthawk’s Candle all the same. It was a light in the woods, and had been there as long as anyone’s grandfather could remember. On sunny, bright days it was pale and yellow like glass; when rain fell in torrents it was a white shimmer, and at night it was a fallen star, silver and golden and glowing.

It never went out.

When the clearing of the forest had first begun, so that the men of the village could collect wood to build their first homes many generations ago, the woodcutters had found the Candle. It had been hidden deep within the forest, but now it sparkled on its fringe, for all the trees shielding it had been cut down, yet no one dared to go further. The queer, unwavering light was inexplicable, and was therefore a warning.

Perhaps this warning was what had led the villagers to invent the Nighthawk. There was no account of any such being in any of the old woodcutters’ accounts of the discovery of the candle, yet still he stalked through the people’s folklore and imaginations like a dread ghost: Tall, slim, deadly. He sometimes wore a mask, and sometimes not; sometimes carried a sword, sometimes a pistol, and sometimes merely throttled unwary travelers with his hands.

For he was always a being of death. And he had always wide, dilated eyes, whose blackness could destroy the mind of a victim who gazed within them, and long black hair. His fate was, inextricably, bound up with the Candle flame. Women said he haunted it, guarding the light jealously, for it was his soul. And the men laughed, but did not contradict.

Because in the end it was merely a story, and the womenfolk could make what they liked of it, as long as they did not frighten the children too terribly. True, no one knew exactly what made the light burn in the trees, the light that never went out, but this was an ancient land, with ancient mysteries, and since the light did no one any harm, and no one needed wood any longer, there was no point in brooding. There was no Nighthawk; of that all men and even the storytelling wives were certain.

But children were warned against playing near the Nighthawk’s Candle.

Just in case.


Friday, October 17, 2008

An Artist Reborn

Yesterday I had a sudden moment of brilliance. The school's bookstore must sell art supplies, right? So I dashed over there and spent about an hour happily browsing the shelves. I really wanted calligraphy ink and the nice vellum they had, but I left my calligraphy quill at home. And anyway, they were too expensive. But a girl can dream, right?

Still, I was able to find a good selection of colored pencils, and a really good, fine black pen for line work. As well as a good pencil sharpener, some pastel fixative, and a pocket sketchbook.

So now I have the means to draw properly again, and it is like my artistic side was dammed all this time and just exploded from its confinement. Ever since my happy purchases I've been drawing like mad, and more surprising, they've all turned out well so far. But they're all illustrations for my short story that I'm almost done with . . . so you can't see them yet. But anyway, when I do post the short story here, it'll come with pictures. Yay!

On a more sober note, my first mid-term is today. So I left my pencils and other goodies at home, to keep me safe from temptation. Bleh.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Teirle

Well, when I wasn't being incredibly dense in a bookshop this weekend, I was cleaning the kitchen.

And when I wasn't cleaning the kitchen, I was drawing--this!
I am so ridiculously proud of this picture, I won't even start talking about it. Except to say that it looks much better in person, because a lot of the shading looks a bit bland in this photo. Oh, well. This is the first scrap of art I've been able to do since coming here, because all my drawing paper was left at home. But I finally have a sketch book again. And it's much bigger than I'm used to--about twice the size of my old 8 1/2" x 11" book--so this was a challenge, drawing something to fill the page. But it worked. I love it :D

For those of you who are privy to my secret novel, this is Teirle, when he was younger. Thank you very much to Lathspell for sending me an inspiring photo.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Iliad + Mosaic = Love



Seen at a museum before I left home: A fragmented and ancient mosaic, I can't remember if Greek or Roman, depicting the moment of The Iliad when Agamemnon sends soldiers to steal away Briseis. As an Iliad fan, I loved this so much, but due to bad lighting and a 'no flash' camera policy, I was unable to take particularly good quality photos. I took lots of photos at the museum, and now that I have my camera cable, I will be uploading periodically. Lots of neat Trojan War related articles. But this was beautiful.

From the right: Briseis, Phoenix, Achilles, and Patroclus. Patroclus! How cool is that?
And I love Achilles' hair . . . Those of you who read my 'Hector' story will remember the emphasis I placed on Achilles' hair . . . and here it is reddish and long and wild like I described it. Makes me happy :)

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Can You Tell I'm Bored?

New format, multiple posts in one day . . . Sheesh! But when my homework's all done and my emails are all replied to and my next class isn't for three hours--what else is there for me to do? :)

Anyway, here's a new piece of art! It's also in my gallery, but you know . . . this way you don't have to jump around. Not unless you REALLY want to, that is.

My first attempt at drawing Luthien. Because a Tolkien fan and artist just ain't a Tolkien fan and artist until she's attempted a portrait of Arda's most beautiful being, right? ;)