In Which: I am momentarily inspired to attempt vaguely serious art.
I recently read the Graphic Cannon series (check it out) which contains illustrated excerpts from famous illustrated literary works. As with all interpretations of art, I love some of them and disagree vehemently with others but since it's possibly more fun to dislike something than like it (and certainly more fun to dislike something than feel apathetic about it) big fans of art and literature should totally check these out.
As a result of reading some of these my drawing this week is waxing poetical and I'm afraid you will have to bear with - reading this book in combination with a recent interest Byron (Poetry's James Dean? Calliope's bad boy?) resulted in this overambitious doodle.
Alright so my typography is struggling a bit there and I broke off the lines in the wrong spots because I just cant make the words any smaller with my paint brush- just for you hardcore lyricists I will put the whole thing up:
|SHE walks in beauty, like the night|
|Of cloudless climes and starry skies,|
|And all that's best of dark and bright|
|Meets in her aspect and her eyes;|
|Thus mellow'd to that tender light||5|
|Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.|
|One shade the more, one ray the less,|
|Had half impair'd the nameless grace|
|Which waves in every raven tress|
|Or softly lightens o'er her face,||10|
|Where thoughts serenely sweet express|
|How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.|
|And on that cheek and o'er that brow|
|So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,|
|The smiles that win, the tints that glow,||15|
|But tell of days in goodness spent,—|
|A mind at peace with all below,|
|A heart whose love is innocent.|