A couple of weeks ago I finally got around to attending a life drawing session. They are few and far between in the county that I live in, traveling to London isn’t a realistic option so I have to rely on local sessions; having found one only a 20 minute drive from home I am now set on making it a habit.
We’ll begin today’s post with the results of that life drawing session, I haven’t drawn from a live model since I was in college so I had a lot of loosening up to do and rust to clean off, I think I’ll fair better after a few more sessions…
This week has been slightly slower on the art creating front for me so I decided to do something a little different in order to ensure getting a worthwhile post published and sticking to my new posting schedule of every Sunday.
For this post, we’ll be taking a brief look at an incredible piece of work from the amazing artist Jerry Vanderstelt!
Welcome to my #WorldsForgotten series, every week I will be posting a new ink illustration accompanied by a short story/description just to set the scene; the rest will be left to the imagination of the viewer!
The fort had seen better days and that’s for sure.
Abandoned and left by those that once kept watch on the lands around it.
Left to withstand one last battle; the final siege that those old stones would ever see.
Left to face the two biggest enemies of all such structures…
Left to become a casualty of war; another heedless victim to the disintegrating effect caused by exposure to the harsh weather and the passing of time.
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Every Sunday following the Thursday Instagram post, I will post the illustration here on my blog and add a bit more depth in terms of the description/story behind it and so on.
With this being the first year that I’ve been aware in advance of Tolkien reading day, not only do I get to read, but I also have the time to get a bit of writing done and share fully in the excitement and joy of the day!
For this years theme of Home and Hearth: the many ways of being a Hobbitthere are countless different options of reading that fit in to the theme; for me I have chosen to spend my reading time in the prologue of The Fellowship of the Ring; Concerning Hobbits.
“I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.”
On what started out as a seemingly ordinary day just over seventeen years ago, I happened to encounter an old wizard riding into Hobbiton on his cart that had been filled with the most amazing fireworks ever seen even by the oldest of Hobbits.
It’s strange to think of how long it has been since I was first introduced to Tolkien’s incredible world, initially through the vision of Peter Jackson but that first movie whetted my appetite and I moved onto the books pretty soon thereafter.
One of many characters that I immediately warmed to and still hold close to myself even today; is Gandalf.
” He wore a tall pointed grey hat, a long grey cloak, and a silver scarf. He had a long white beard and bushy eyebrows that stuck out beyond the brim of his hat.”
— The Fellowship of the Ring, “A Long-expected Party”
Today’s post features the second preliminary drawing for three new oil paintings I’ll be starting work on in the near future, the first piece wasThe Passage of the Marshes and here we have The Grey Pilgrim; the third piece can for now remain a mystery but it’s unrelated to Middle-earth.
Anyway, here’s the drawing –
Finding the right piece of writing for this piece proved a difficult task; Gandalf is quite possibly my favourite fictional character of all time and it would indeed be hard to sum up the connection I feel with him in a single sentence or paragraph selected from the multitudes that were masterfully written by Tolkien.
However it seemed that the most fitting textual accompaniment to this piece is Frodo’s lament for Gandalf; a lament that I’m sure was felt by all that first time they thought the wizard was lost forever in the depths of the abyss of Khazad-dûm –
When evening in the Shire was grey
his footsteps on the Hill were heard;
before the dawn he went away
on journey long without a word.
From Wilderland to Western shore,
from northern waste to southern hill,
through dragon-lair and hidden door
and darkling woods he walked at will.
With Dwarf and Hobbit, Elves and Men,
with mortal and immortal folk,
with bird on bough and beast in den,
in their own secret tongues he spoke.
A deadly sword, a healing hand,
a back that bent beneath its load;
a trumpet-voice, a burning brand,
a weary pilgrim on the road.
A lord of wisdom throned he sat,
swift in anger, quick to laugh;
an old man in a battered hat
who leaned upon a thorny staff.
He stood upon the bridge alone
and Fire and Shadow both defied;
his staff was broken on the stone,
in Khazad-dûm his wisdom died.
– The Fellowship of the Ring, Book Two, Chapter VII: “The Mirror of Galadriel”
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Work on big art projects has been hard to carry out lately due to work commitments so all I have been managing to do is smaller sketches and studies; but recently I have been planning to start a new oil painting that I can work on as and when I get the chance to and in light of that I decided to get three pieces ready and work on them simultaneously.
The first of the three preliminary drawings is now complete and ready to post so here is part 1 of 3 of my new project!
Passage of the Marshes
“Dreary and wearisome. Cold, clammy winter still held sway in this forsaken country. The only green was the scum of livid weed on the dark greasy surfaces of the sullen waters. Dead grasses and rotting reeds loomed up in the mists like ragged shadows of long forgotten summers.”
– The Two Towers, Book Four, Chapter II: “The Passage of the Marshes”
I want to get the three drawings finished and transferred onto canvas before beginning any of the painting work so the next post I’ll be back with the second preliminary drawing for this three part series of artworks.