I was pretty pleased with how this image for Songs of Albion turned out. I like the feeling of movement in the figures. It also amused me that they are just marching into the water to load up the boat.
UPDATE: New poem from Tom! It may give you some idea of what’s going on… but if you really want to know, read Albion!
Marching down into the ocean
unperturbed by wet or cold
making not the least commotion
bearing quietly their load
to the gig hard by the shore
where all are ferried to the ship
there unloading, stowing, more
until it’s time to turn and skip
back to land and back to village
where the packing’s almost done
without waste or loss or spillage
til the day’s full course is run.
Now the ship is fully burthen
laying low upon the tide
still the breeze begins to freshen
whispering of ocean wide
while the Fae wave from the beach
bidding visitors farewell
overhead the seagulls screech
time and tide the truth will tell
as the ship turns out to sea
sailors rig the canvas high
from their landward shackles free
rejoicing in the ocean sky!
Once again advance viewing of an image coming up in the next few weeks for Songs of Albion. Without the story it is not really possible to know exactly what is going on but that’s OK. I am trying at this point to use the illustrations to show vignettes, not the whole picture. For one thing, the whole picture takes way too long to draw and for another, the close up that hints at the whole can be much more interesting. Hope you agree!
UPDATE: New poem to accompany the image – thanks Tom!!
Intensely focused on the goal
the wheels of intellect engaged
each new idea tested, rolled
between her fingers, quick and sage.
Perhaps a lever lifting there
would raise it high into the air?
But no! The crushing force will break
the oaken planks of hull and strake!
Some another way to find
fulfilling all the hard constraints
remaining free of failure’s taints
dredging through the dark of mind
to create a truth that’s new
passing down the dark and through
Practicing drawing various facial expressions seems to be paying off. I am quite pleased with how this drawing for Albion turned out. She does indeed look like she is distressed and crying – just what the scene in question calls for. Poor girl.
UPDATE: Poem from Tom in the comments capturing in words what I tried to show in my illustration…
fractured fragments of a life fall hard
cold rain upon a bitter stormy sea
pouring forth the pain of broken shards
splinters of a soul by death set free
melting childhood verities secure
questions never answered but by tears
desperate moments seeking to assure
sorrow overwhelming hollow fears
face distorted anguish speaks in sobs
the inarticulation of her loss
marches down her visage as it robs
reason cast aside in tempest tossed
incoherent sadness sweeps her past
though everything still matters nothing lasts
Recently my computer drawings have all been for Albion, so here’s another sneak peak. Lady Belinda is ready for “war” apparently! Of course she has a new dress, hairdo and battle-parasol for the occasion!
UPDATE: New poem from Tom! She sounds as tough as she looks… (or maybe it’s all in her head 😉
Like Boudicca of old I’m fighting
for English pride and English soil!
With my parasol a-smiting
see me join in war-like toil!
My battle-dress in bloody hues
will spread to all the dreadful news
of my arrival on the field!
The enemy shall surely yield
when they see my fierce visage
topped by locks in horned array
like a battle-helm in ways
dispelling all my soft mirage:
revealing all my inner fire
promising a fight that’s dire!
The latest drawing for Songs of Albion. I have been falling a bit behind and my buffer is getting slimmer than I like… still, you won’t see this on Songs until sometime in March. So til then you can only wonder where Cat is going and why he’s looking so dejected.
UPDATE: A new sonnet from Tom for sad Cat.
So dejected and bedraggled
rejected by his lady-friend:
a tale that’s been so often waggled
by village gossips end to end
yet felt acutely by the subject
of each new telling of this object
lesson for all lovers spurned:
come close to fire and risk a burn!
To love and lose is worth the pain
and a solitary life
free of love’s tumult and strife
stills the heart and dulls the brain.
Though Cat might answer with his claws
a friend who argues for this cause!