13 January 2013
I drew these as part of an absolutely wonderful Secret Santa art exchange over the holidays. My gift-ee wanted these two characters during Christmas in WWII, and I had a blast doing it. I do realise that it’s after the holidays, but I wanted to wait for the secrecy to end before posting.
Hopefully, the person for whom they were intended enjoyed receiving these as much as I enjoyed drawing them.
06 January 2013
04 January 2013
So, on New Year’s day, I finally got around to watching some of The Hollow Crown productions. By which I mean: a friend and I watched three of them, and it was brilliant. All we have left to watch is Henry V, but so far all of them have been wonderful.
And, it resulted in a lot of sketches. I thought I might share a few.
To start: several sketches of Richard II (because that will always be my favourite of Shakespeare’s histories):
Also, a few from Henry IV Part I:
There are plenty of these in my sketchbook. I might post more later.
A quick value sketch for an illustration of Ophelia.
There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
(Hamlet, Act IV, sc. vii)