On The D/L

The Stolen Child (WIP 2)

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

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

Lost Thumbnails

April 8th, 2011

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I’d forgotten about these. Sort of a fun little look at some process. This was the one, and so far only time I was going to do one of the Art Order challenges. It’s a pretty great source for inspiration. The only reason I don’t participate is time. Too much work and too many projects to work on. I forget the theme of this one. Something about being lost in a dungeon. Like you were either breaking out and couldn’t find your way or you were breaking in and couldn’t find your way. I chose infiltration. Obviously I never got past the thumbnail phase. The first is just some super quick sketches for poses in my 8.5″x11″ Moleskine. The second was a more fleshed out “thumbnail” about 4″ high. I like to work small in this phase because I can get the mood across quickly. Anyway, sorry I couldn’t finish Jon! Not that you knew I was starting to begin with ;)

Hope y’all enjoy! (click on the image for a larger view)

Cheers,

-D/L

D-Raw Cover Girl

April 6th, 2011

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I’m always coming up with new cover ideas for Dakota… just in case. I enjoy playing with the narrative:iconic relationship. I love playing with the gestures and attitude and natural vs. posed. I can do it all day long. For days. Here’s the latest batch of randoms: