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!)