10+ books this month, and since that obviously makes too short a post, I have added features – where the book was acquired and what I thought of the cover. If I think of any more categories (or there are any suggestions which amuse me sufficiently) I may eventually be able to reduce these monthly reviews to a formulaic checklist which would at least make it more likely for me to get them out early in the month. Next months’ review post will be shorter, with the unfortunate consequence that you won’t get to hear about Regency gentleman fighting with anacondas in Ceylon (for real! published before Pride and Prejudice! How have I gone this long without Gothic horror!) until after April.
The illustrations were to be header pictures to sit above the titles of the stories, which is my favourite sort of illustration. Also, there are a few Clarion South graduates among the authors, many of whom I’d heard read their work aloud. I’d go along and wish (a) I was at Clarion and (b) I could illustrate some of their stories, so this was pretty cool.
In the end I did 7 illustrations. I can’t post those now, but I can show you some discarded thumbnail sketches for fun and mockery.
Well, no, actually you can’t mock this one. We went with a more immediate picture (and fortunately I just happened to have a surfboard in the house), but this is still my favourite thumbnail:
This was a little darker than necessary, I suspect (in conception, if not execution – it does look rather benevolent here). The final involved more armchair gymnastics (literally).
A little too Farmer Giles of Ham. The final image is a close-up of 2 main characters. Note how I label obvious objects. The ticks are not of approval – they are birds.
This was… well it started with a gecko and ended as a sock puppet in drag:
This is for the same story as above – I drew it after the final to see whether a different style would suit. The final is a bit chillier, but I like the cozy conversation here.
“My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Life continues lively! I hope to have more illustrations and project reports up soon – I’m making a flying visit to Canberra this weekend and will be drawing thumbnail sketches on the plane.
Last month’s book reviews should be up soon, and I’ve discovered 1930s detective novels aren’t conducive to dealing maturely with deadlines. I’d already ruled out any books on WWII or aviation for the rest of the month, so now I have to strike out Christie, Heyer and Sayers as well. Which pretty much leaves me with Gothic short stories… as in, starting with Horace Walpole and working forward from there.
I have no calendar at home (the Bureau of Meteorology calendar is at the office, being deservedly admired). Tonight I finally fell victim to the perfect storm of calendarlessness, frustration, having-better-things-to-do and it being past my bedtime. I seized upon an A3 sketchpad, a whiteboard marker and freehanded sketches of some of my favourite things:
The beauty of drawing your own calendar a quarter of the way through the year is that it substantially reduces the scope of the exercise. The first two pages are now stuck to cupboard doors in the kitchen. They may attract colour if I ever wander through there with a coloured pencil, which is not entirely unlikely.
I’m about to fall back into the throes of a very large pen & ink project, so here I’m just messing around with flats & textures in Photoshop – and some classic poetry. The font is Hobo.
This picture has a very tenuous connection to 2DGoggles, which I am making only to have an excuse to link to it because it is a wonderful web comic/musing/project/collection of notes/hilarious extracts from actual historical documents. Also, it gives me a crushing inferiority complex, but I can’t stop reading.
The relevant post is The Person from Porlock, and the supporting material includes a reference to Charles Babbage’s “highly-targeted poetry-destroying method”, with evidence from primary sources (the target, in that case, being Tennyson).
“Fortune favours the brave”.
Technical pen with digital colour. Trying out colouring techniques while listening to the Oscars and suffering from spending almost two hours gardening yesterday.
When I told my father what this week’s Illustration Friday topic was, he said, “I was brave importing your mother and sister”. He also says, more often, that it was the best thing he ever did. So I thought of doing a picture of that, but the actual import involves spanish cowboy boots, a cotton scarf and a ratty Shirley Temple wig and on short notice I could only lay my hands on the wig.
Earlier today I also reposted the Snapshot interview with a little preview of a recent project.
Kathryn Linge very kindly permitted me to repost her interview of me (with bonus peek at the recent large project).