Done with Prismacolor pencils on some heavy paper that came from my art class room and a lot of time. This took about two weeks to do. Yeah...lots of time.
MARCH 10th 2011 So just today my art teacher says that it looks great and it's going up the wall! Yay! (That's a good thing, cheer with me!) He said that I need to bring some darker lines. And of course I see the proportions problem but I'm too happy to let that get me right now haha.
This is a joke on the production of Love's Labor Lost . The production did this play in kinda of modern time. They start off the play with grown men wearing clothes that look like what a child would wear in Britain. They stood in front of a fence that reminded me of boys making these "no girls" clubs. I'm sure that's exactly what they wanted but I just couldn't help myself for drawing them in chibi form to make them look like kids.
(from left to right) John Tufts as Dumaine, Ramiz Monsef as Longaville, Gregory Linington as Berowne and Mark Bedard as King Ferdinand.
I really love this play! Most of the time I had no idea what Berowne was saying while the rest of it I couldn't really focus since I'm laughing way too hard to even listen.
Hi Everyone! Finally, I finish my Ophelia's version. I'm too glad of this. I make it in my own style because I try to improve it. Based my draw in one of Victoria Francés illustration but they don't look similar ( I think). I hope you like it ^^! ----- Hola a Todos! Finalemente, he terminado mi versión de Ofelia. Estoy muy orgullosa de ella. Lo hice en mi propio estilo porque quiero intentar mejorarlo. Me he basado en un dibujo de Victoria Francés pero no se ven similares ( Creo). Espero que os guste.
Holycowimfinished. this has been my project for the last week. i have to say im really happy with the way it came out, and im glad because i worked SOOO hard on it! i love doing design based things and composition stuff so i like to do these sort of poster things. ive never actually done one of this scale before but you guys know i love to do lettering this is why i might want to go into illustration as well, or maybe just stick with character design in the animation industry since everything is cg now. so 2 packs of microns later ( this paper sucked up all of my ink!! it wasnt bristol,my art teacher gave this to me, i should have waited to use my bristol board but i was anxious) its done
i used a series 7 sable brush size 1 for some of this, pigma microns, prismacolor col erase blue for the sketch, copic warm grey markers 1-7 and higgins waterproof ink. no reference at ALL used for this picture, i like to challenge myself to see what ive learned.
the tempest by will shakespeare is a great play you all should read/see it
MERCUTIO O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, Not so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight, O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees, O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams, he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: This is she
BENVOLIO Why, what is Tybalt? MERCUTIO More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause: ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hai! BENVOLIO The what? MERCUTIO The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu, a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form, that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their bones, their bones!
W. Shakespeare "Romeo and Juliet" Act II, scene IV
I was going through one of my sketch books from around the time I was in the Tempest and found the basic idea for this. It amused me, so I redid it... I am still amused. If you're familiar with the story of the Tempest you might have wondered why Prospero keeps making everyone gather wood for him. How much wood does an old guy and his daughter need, really? The cast I was part of decided that Prospero was probably building something and my favorite theory was that it was a giant statue of himself. Plus, you totally go crazy if you drink salt water, so... one thing led to another and Prospero's first plan for revenge involved a great deal of wood and the hopes that the King of Naples and Co. would be totes jealous of his giant ass statue. Enjoy my nerdliness.
Puck from Midsummer Night's Dream as requested by ~PuckRox
I tried a lot of new things on this image, trying to make my lineart look less weird and generally trying to look like I know what I'm doing. Sometimes I really like how this looks and sometimes I'm not even sure what it is. I like how the sky turned out. I like night skies. I like the sky in general, it's always interesting to draw, if not always easy.
Benvolio is a rather interesting character and probably one of the few characters in Romeo and Juliet that I can identify with, other then the Nurse. Me and her are practically the same person, telling lots of jokes and being raunchy and doing our best to help the people we love and not really being sure what to do when things go wrong.
Anyway, back to Benvolio. He pretty much leaves once things start going wrong because he is the voice of reason that everyone ignores and with him gone all hell can break loose as it does in abundance. I drew him at the funeral of one of his friends receiving the death notice of another friend, it sounded more poetical in my head, but he's one of the few that get's left behind to clean up the mess, just like Horatio in Hamlet, which is one of the reasons I used to get them confused. Yeah, rambling about Shakespeare!