After realizing how many literature-inspiredentries I've done recently, I decided that Pride and Prejudice couldn't be left out any longer! I have to admit that the quote is actually from the '95 movie version, so it is not strictly canonical Austen. Oh well. :)
I spent most of yesterday evening working on a blog design for my sister. We brainstormed ideas and finally came up with one we liked.
I started with a quick, small pencil sketch, then transferred it to the computer with my wacom tablet. The finished picture was created in Corel Painter. (I had fun making the repeating wallpaper/background design, too!)
It's amazing how easy it is to draw quickly when the picture is already clear in your head. Although . . . I woke up this morning, looked in the mirror, and realized that this character didn't come wholly from my imagination . . .
Just got home from a busy weekend to start a busy week, so for this week's Illustration Friday post I'm using an ATC-sized watercolor I did a while ago. I was experimenting with salt to create a star effect in the sky, but my wash must not have been quite right, or my salt was the wrong sort, and the effect didn't come out quite as I had hoped. Time to try again!
Were I a morbid artist, for the word "caged" maybe I would draw the mouse that ran across my desk last week, then later--at least I hope it was the same mouse--expired in a two-liter bottle (don't ask me how it got there). But, as I am not a morbid artist, and as I drew a mouse for an Illustration Friday challenge already, I turned instead to Elizabeth Gaskell's short story, The Cage at Cranford.
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Miss Pole said: ‘Although I am not accustomed to give an explanation of my conduct to gentlemen, yet, being insulted in my own house by — by Mr Hoggins, I must appeal to the brother of my old friend — my very oldest friend. Is this article a lady’s petticoat, or a bird’s cage ?’
"Artificial" made me think of an incident in Jerome K. Jerome's book Three Men in a Boat. An enormous stuffed trout in a glass case catches their attention, and, one after another, five different men--including the landlord--wander through the room and tell the story of how they caught it. Who was telling the truth?
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It really was a most astonishing trout. The more we looked at it, the more we marveled at it. It excited George so much that he climbed up on the back of a chair to get a better view of it. And then the chair slipped, and George clutched wildly at the trout-case to save himself, and down it came with a crash, George and the chair on top of it. "You haven't injured the fish, have you?" I cried in alarm, rushing up. "I hope not," said George, rising cautiously and looking about. But he had. That trout lay shattered into a thousand fragments - I say a thousand, but they may have only been nine hundred. I did not count them. We thought it strange and unaccountable that a stuffed trout should break up into little pieces like that. And so it would have been strange and unaccountable, if it had been a stuffed trout, but it was not. That trout was plaster-of-Paris.