So it turns out that one can make a pretty extensive start on a doctoral dissertation armed only with Google and some pretty obscure squiggles that may or may not be in German, written over 100 years ago. Anyone who can interpret the following will be awarded an amazing prize* because I have no idea:
I think it says ‘Aowiw lz Oardanier’ but Google Translate says no and I don’t think it means anything in English.
*Despair* Suggestions are welcome. That aside, being without means of creativity and in a small room with a big box of M&Ms, I delve once more into the realm of my previous artistic endeavours in a feeble attempt to keep this blog’s head above water in these turbulent times.
Thence introducing Hannah, the talented author of Not All Who Wonder Are Lost, whom I sketched about a year ago. For the first time ever (excepting that rather ineffectual effort with Ella Grainger) I decided to take regular photos during the process in order to make a time-lapse progression. Without further ado.
The final result being:
Ah. It’s nice to deal with a tangible art form for a change. Poor Etruscans.** The original title for this post was “Never Look a Gif Horse in the Mouth.” I’d always assumed the phrase was a reference to the Trojan horse legend: meaning if you looked inside the Greeks would know you knew they were there and attack at once. Apparently the actual meaning is much less violent in that horse-age can be determined by the length of their teeth, so if you looked at the mouth of the horse someone gave you as a present you were trying to determine/judge the value of their gift.
**The Etruscans’ language is basically extinct as of over two and a half millennia ago, or something like that.
Good Morning! For lack of inspiration, another brief look at some artwork.
I think sketches are the order of the day. (Although apparently ‘Healthier Breakfast Items’ are according to google).
Health in two matter states. (Liquid and solid)
Sketches. What I like most about them is you don’t have to worry about colour, only shading, and it is one of the more forgiving mediums (coming in closely behind the archaic Microsoft Paint and the immortal etch-a-sketch. Although the latter can be a little too forgiving…
Also, it’s a fast track to quasi-realism without all the fuss of waiting for paint to dry.
So. Going through the output we have chosen the Sketch of Ella Grainger:
Ella Grainger (1913/2009)
Percy Grainger’s wife Ella Grainger. This photo is probably before they met, though I cannot be bothered to check. It was one of the only (read: the only) artwork in which I attempted sequential photos for future entertainment:
Filling in the Clothes
1st Draft of the Face
Refining and Background
The quality of the above are generally quite poor as I didn’t use a proper camera. Many apologies.
What can I tell you about Ella? (Without research) Well she was from a scandinavian country… I’ll pick Norway. Enjoyed outdoor sports and skied at some point. She wrote poetry and probably sang. Also happy to travel (walk) around with Grainger carrying heavy loads. Helped him with his experiments in creating new music machines. Outlived him considerably, though I think she suffered some sort of dementia later on. She married Grainger in front of *guessing* around 20000 people at a football stadium in the interval to one of his concerts – if I had to pick where I’d blindly say New Orleans – and she was shocked because she agreed to it thinking he was joking.
What can Google tell you about Ella? (Having researched) She was from Sweden. Enjoyed outdoor sports and skied at some point. She wrote poetry, studied visual art and probably sang. Also happy to travel (walk) around with Grainger carrying heavy loads. Helped him with his experiments in creating new music machines. Outlived him considerably (18 years), though I think she suffered some sort of dementia later on. She married Grainger in front of around 25000 people at a Hollywood Bowl in the interval to one of his concerts – if I had to pick where I’d blindly say Los Angeles – and she was shocked because she agreed to it thinking he was joking.
There you have it!