Marlowe by firelight…

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

Rothgar!

rarrhh!

Is that how you spell rarrhh?? hmmm
I have been doing a lot of drawing for Songs of Albion so when I decided to do a quick random doodle for the blog, it turned out to be an Albion character – Rothgar the seabear and oracle! We are trying to keep a reasonable buffer so what I am currently drawing won’t be seen on Albion for a couple months – we’ll see how long we can keep this up! All that to say, you may have to wait a bit for more scenes with Rothgar…

UPDATE:I love this new poem from Tom! Check out the original TS Eliot – The Hollow Men – out if you’re not familiar. I especially like Rothgar’s take on the final line! (and it answers the question of the spelling – there’s just one h in rarrh lol)

I am the hollow bear
Whispering of secrets
Waves without waving
Force without motion

My voice alone speaks
Deep the world’s singing
In the name of the wind

This is the living sea
This is the green water
Here the wave’s portraits
Self-painted on sand
Are raised, here they recede
Under the shining sun
I walk alone
Through evening dew and morning mist
Across the sand, across the stone

This is the vision
This healing balm of mystery
What cannot be riven
The knowledge from the knower

Between the act
and the fact
Between the wolf
and the pack
Falls the Shadow
This is the way the world begins
This is the way the world begins
This is the way the world begins
Not with a Bang but a RARRH!

(c) Tom Radcliffe

image (cc) 2011 Hilary Farmer

new elf-girl character!

cute with big eyes...and funky hair

I have not been posting very often lately – so much of my spare time has been taken up with preparing images for Songs of Albion. So I thought I would show a new character. I think she turned out pretty well! (Strictly speaking there aren’t elves in Albion but… well, what are they??)

UPDATE: New poem from Tom with further hints…

We are the people of the sun and sky:
the air above, the waters silent. Deep
within the forests of this fleeting Earth
our home abides, beyond the gate where glides
the soft mysterious Moon within the day.
We are not here, but wait! Perhaps we are…
or are we just reflections in a pool
of still clear tidal water? We laugh
along the sunlit uplands of the world
and all we are and all you’ll one day be
is caught within that momentary smile.

Copyright (C) 2011 TJ Radcliffe

image (cc) 2011 Hilary Farmer

Marlowe’s Cat!

Plum Bottom?

Sorry for the lack updates recently – well, my excuse is that I have been distracted by our new website and graphic web-novel – Songs of Albion with writing by Tom Radcliffe – a frequent contributor to this blog!
This was a very quick doodle that became the basis of a main character – and we liked him so much that this sketch has been included in the story. Check it out!!

UPDATE: Oops! I forgot to put this up right away when it came in from Tom… a ballad to a purple cat… but no, it touches on many things Albion in just three short verses… read on!

Upon the shores of Albion
our purple Cat abides
hunting mice in forests deep
or eels at lower tides

while Marlowe makes himself a fool
with dominating passions
Cat’s the perfect cat: aloof
from fickle human fashions

Perhaps a Spaniard in the works
will turn his world on end
where up is down and foul is fair
and enemy is friend!

Copyright (C) 2011 Tom Radcliffe

image (cc) 2011 Hilary Farmer