Saturday, December 21, 2013

Light Princess 2

I'm not sure what to think. This one was a struggle from the beginning. And I almost tossed it half way through.

11x14" pen & ink, gouache

Friday, December 20, 2013


11x14", pen, ink, and gouache
"There was once a witch who desired to know everything. But the wiser a witch is, the harder she knocks her head against the wall when she comes to it. Her name was Watho, and she had a wolf in her mind. She cared for nothing in itself--only for knowing it. She was not naturally cruel, but the wolf made her cruel.
She was tall and graceful, with white skin, red hair, and black eyes, which had a red fire in them. She was straight and strong, but now and then would fall bent together, shudder, and sit for a moment with her head turned over her shoulder, as if the wolf had got out of her mind onto her back."
-George MacDonald, The Day Boy and the Night Girl

Friday, December 13, 2013

Light Princess Painting

oil on canvas, 3'x 4'

"He did not speak again. The princess gave him some wine for the last time: he was past eating. Then she sat down again, and looked at him. The water rose and rose. It touched his chin. It touched his lower lip. It touched between his lips. He shut them hard to keep it out. The princess began to feel strange. It touched his upper lip. He breathed through his nostrils. The princess looked wild. It covered his nostrils. Her eyes looked scared and shone strange in the moonlight. His head fell back; the water closed over it, and the bubbles of his last breath bubbled up through the water. The princess gave a shriek, and sprang into the lake."

-The Light Princess, George MacDonald

Thursday, December 12, 2013

The Mice in the Piano

Illustrations for a children's story written by a family member. TIL that when scanning, sometimes lead pencil will show up light gray and shadow will get washed out.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

New painting-preliminary sketch

"'Why can't we go and have a swim?' said the princess. 'There seems to be water enough just about here.'
'I shall never swim more," said the prince.
'Oh, I forgot,' said the princess, and was silent.
So the water grew and grew, and rose up and up on the prince. And the princess sat and looked at him. She fed him now and then. The night wore on. The waters rose and rose. The moon rose likewise higher and higher, and shone full on the face of the dying prince. The water was up to his neck." 
                           -The Light Princess, George MacDonald

Friday, September 20, 2013

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Slaying the dragon

"Beowulf the king
had indeed met with a marvelous death.

But what they saw first was far stranger:
the serpent on the ground, gruesome and vile,
lying facing him. The fire-dragon
was scaresomely burnt, scorched all colours.
From head to tail, his entire length
was fifty feet. He had shimmered forth
on the night air once, then winged back
down to his den; but death owned him now,
he would never enter his earth gallery again."

-Beowulf, Translated by Seamus Heaney

Ink on canvas. 8x10" (Thanks, Rebecca, for the photo!)