“And their eyes met” – Tuor and Idril

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“And their eyes met”

Tuor and Idril in Gondolin.
Watercolour on Legion Stonehenge cold-pressed paper, 31×19 cm.

Prints available!

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Dontgiveuptober 2018

So, I have discovered what this is. It’s me proving to myself that after all the crap this year has throw my way, most of which will heal but never truly mend, I can still be myself. It’s not about any technique, or theme, or even about doing this every day. It’s about doing it at all.

It’s Dontgiveuptober.

 

Where do Unicorns go?

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In the sea the fish have learnt to fly
on a moonlit night
on wings of silver
as the enchanted stars sail serenely by
Do they know
Where do unicorns go
Where winged horses fly
narwhals lost at sea
and never seen again
Go, go and ask the magpie
where do unicorns go

Watercolour and white gouache on Canson Aquarelle cold-pressed paper, 20×20 cm

Original sold!
Prints are available in my Etsy shop.

This Hither Shore

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All things pass. Summer must end, and the swallows will leave this hither shore…
Celebrían of Rivendell.

Watercolour and white gouache on Canson Héritage cold-pressed paper, 30×23 cm
Paints used:
Naples Yellow, Raw Umber, Lavender (Mijello)
Ultramarine Blue (Sennelier)
Dragon’s Blood (Maimeri)

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Signed prints

Original painting

One of the more personal pieces I’ve done in my life, with a thin coating of Tolkien. It’s been the most uprooting year of my life, with the death of my brother, an eye condition that will probably forever leave me unable to read properly, plus a lot of of other things that, on their own, would have been enough to make me say they were bad, but in the end, only added to a heap of hardships and downright misery since spring.

In February, I was diagnosed with AMNR (acute macular neuroretinopathy), a non-progressive eye condition that results in a blind little spot on the retina. Only 100+ cases are documented, so there is no treatment, cure, therapy, or research. It means that letters are missing from everything I’m trying to read, and I can no longer focus on tiny details, even with a x3 magnifying glass, because they just swim out of focus or are hidden by the blind spot. My left eye can’t compensate, because of another eye condition I’ve had since childhood which never bothered me until now.

(On this note, while I appreciate people’s eagerness to help, please do not give me tips, unless you know someone with *very central* AMNR who has found something that helped them. I’m seeing an excellent doctor who has people coming to him from all over Europe and Asia, so I’m in good hands. And tips born of unqualified knowledge, which, of necessity, is all that anyone could have, just hurt. A lot.)

Last autumn, I felt that I had reached the place where I wanted to be in my life; now life is telling me that I have to fight to keep it. Thanks a lot for not letting me become complacent, life.

Ice and Fire

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Watercolour and gouache on Canson Héritage torchon paper, 38×26 cm.
Prints here!

Original available – note me if interested!

A few words of explanation on the style/character choices:
I discovered A Song of Ice and Fire in 2003 and devoured the first three books (which was all there was back then) in one go. I totally fell in love with Jon Snow, and I remember loving how realistically written the teenage characters were. I had fun trying to picture them in my school classes I was teaching at the time. It was easy for all of them, except Dany. All the others I could place in any odd Year Seven, Year Eight, Year Nine, easily, but Dany totally eluded me. I didn’t like her, and she didn’t have a face while I read.

The show rectified that, and admirably, which I’m sure has to do with the choice of aging everyone up five years, but my Jon will always remain my Jon.

While my guitar gently weeps

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I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps

Jan. Watercolour on Canson Héritage cold-pressed paper, 21×30 cm.

Two weeks ago, my brother died of cancer.
We made music together for twenty-seven years. I still can’t believe I will never see him again, sing with him, and cut out silly little things with typos from newspapers to send him on postcards.

They played “While my guitar gently weeps” at his funeral.

The Faerie Wands – card art

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Art for an upcoming card game called Olde Fae, from Changeling Artist Collective, It’s a multi-artist project based on “Old Maid”, where every artist picked a symbol (wand in my case) and interprets two playing cards depicting the Faerie of the Seelie Court as well as the Unseelie court. I decided to have fun with birds, and chose types of birds slightly off the beaten track: swallows for the Seelie side, shrikes for the Unseelie.

The project will come to Kickstarter later this year – I’ll keep you updated!

Watercolour on Canson Aquarelle paper, A3 size.

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