‘Illustration’ Archives
“Fire Dragon Mountain!” OMG!!
Monday, May 23rd, 2011
I rewatched Lodoss Wars a while back. I loved that series as a kid. It was the closest I could get to a Lord of the Rings movie, that was good, until Peter Jackson fulfilled all my hopes. At any rate, I loved the concept of a dragon living in a volcano and I always loved the designs of their dragons, so when I had a couple days to kill I decided to do my own take on Shooting Star, the demon dragon of Fire Dragon Mountain!!
(click to enlarge)
Had a blast doing this. Hope y’all dig it.
Cheers,
~D/L
The Stolen Child
Sunday, April 10th, 2011
“THE STOLEN CHILD”
by William Butler Yeats
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bo
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
(click to enlarge)
Cheers,
-D/L
The Stolen Child (WIP 2)
Saturday, April 9th, 2011
Here’s a bit of progress. It’s getting a little creepier and more mystical. Fun fun fun! I’m calling it a night.
Cheers,
-D/L
The Stolen Child (WIP 1)
Friday, April 8th, 2011
I’m sure many, or at least some, of you are familiar with Clíodhna the queen of the banshees and queen of the sheoques, a form of faerie in Ireland known to take small children with them back to their realm. Along with this you may or may not know William Butler Yeats’ poem “The Stolen Child.” This is what I’ve chosen to illustrate using my “Natives of the Lifeless Forest” faeries. This is a work in progress. Right now it’s just the pencil drawing over a cool texture. I’m going to fully paint it as time allows between jobs. Looking forward to it, too :D
“THE STOLEN CHILD”
by William Butler Yeats
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bo
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
Cheers,
-D/L
