Archive for January, 2012

today’s doodle…

Posted in computer art, poetry with tags , , , , , , , on 2012/01/22 by greenteadoodles

pretty!

Just a quick doodle tonight… perhaps inspired by Chinese New Year – although I wasn’t consciously thinking about it, just doodling!It’s fun to make pretty pictures – no other raison d’être is required!

UPDATE: New sonnet from Tom!

Contemplative downcast eyes
consider now the future’s course
as the watchers of the skies
look up to see the lunar source
of light return to bless the Earth
while fireworks and cries of mirth
greet the Water Dragon’s year
of wealth and health both far and near.
Her inward gaze now gathers strength
at this auspicious turning point
when Fortune will her goal anoint
with success for life’s full length.
As the sliver-Moon arises
She sets her sights on life’s surprises.

Copyright (C) 2012 TJ Radcliffe

Drunaïs by moonlight…

Posted in computer art, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on 2012/01/15 by greenteadoodles

"what have I done now?!"

At about the same time as Marlowe (last post) is contemplating his problems, Dru is somewhere else with problems of her own. I thought it was about time I showed our heroine… Decided to just show a suggestion of the background. I hope you can tell she’s on a ship.

UPDATE: In from Tom – new poem!

It seemed like such a fine idea
to cut the cable, setting free
this ship of fools, like wise Sophia
teaching him a lesson, see!
The deed is done, though now I wonder
if in my haste to steal his thunder
by leaving him marooned alone
I’m not mistaken in my tone?
Perhaps if I’d been less reproaching,
not let his people’s ways be mine–
though in my anger it seemed fine–
I wouldn’t now these doubts be broaching.
Now what’s that bumping on the hull!?
A bear, a duck, a wayward gull?

Copyright (C) 2012 TJ Radcliffe

image (cc) 2012 Hilary Farmer

Marlowe by firelight…

Posted in computer art, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on 2012/01/05 by greenteadoodles

flickering light

A quick post with a teaser from Songs of Albion. We are trying to keep a good buffer so this picture which I just drew won’t come up in the story until February. I am pleased with how the lighting and texture turned out. As well I think the expression does represent what he has just learned… not good news at all.

UPDATE: New poem from Tom for this image:

Old shadows dance across the light while ghost’s
dry crackled voices whisper in the dark
behind the fire. Bright sparks rise high above
the burning battlefield where memory
lies wounded in the wake of noble war
while all around my sometime comrades die
without the benefit of glory. I am
alone and still those knights of memory ride
out to the fields and charge each other down
for king or God or lady’s sacred favour,
down in droves while arrows fall unnoted
midst the ranks of human children grown
to fight and kill and die while shadows dance
behind the fire’s light as darkness whispers.

Copyright (C) 2012 TJ Radcliffe

image (cc) 2012 Hilary Farmer