So how was your Halloween?
If that I be with child, father,
‘Twill prove a wondrous birth,
For well I swear I’m not with bairn
To any man on earth.
[…] The steed that my true love rides on
Is lighter than the wind,
With silver he is shod before,
With burning gold behind.Panel from the TAM LIN zine I’ll have at MOCCA!
The Huldra’s Divorce | A twelvemonth and a day ago, the woodcutter had made her his wife. And by her count, the marriage was a twelvemonth and a day too long.
The Lovers, Reversed | On his knees was how he was expected to pray; it was not how he expected to die.
Probably the last of these weekly personal illos for a little bit. Of course I can’t resist some swords and dramatic flags!
Here’s the smell of blood still! All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh!
One of my final few pieces from my spring thesis! This one is Macbeth in the 1940s, as if it were a film noir.
On Friday @maxvelocity and I saw Kubo & The Two Strings! I think we both heartily recommend this movie.
The “catalyst,” the sage had called him. Catalyst of what? Catalyst of their defeat, the King’s death, the Bastard-Prince’s curse?
He was but the messenger: what would his mother think of him now, should she know her son’s great destiny was but to deliver news to the dead? He refused to believe this is how it would end!
If you follow my sketchblog you may recognize the thumbnail for this! A friend told me it had a Page of Wands tarot vibe, so I made up a melodramatic caption accordingly.
Inspiration Haven 