July 21st, 2013


Annotated Fairy Tales - The Seven Doves

Well, gang, it's late at night, I can't sleep, and you know what that means!

(Been awhile, hasn't it? Honestly, there are so few that I find that are completely mind-blowingly freakish. I fear we've set the bar too high. I mean, you never see otters with multiple heads in most of these. Still, we'll do our best.)

This is an Italian fairy tale, of the "brothers turned into birds" variety. Most of these involve the sister not speaking for years and years, and frequently there's magic shirts. There was a lovely book called Daughter of the Forest based on this story, and there's a bunch of fairy tales based on it. (I may include a few choice bits at the end from some of the others.)

This one has none of these elements, and is just sort of bizarre.

As always, I owe mad props to the Folktales & Legends collections at Pitt for these stories.

So, without further ado...

The Seven Doves

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Yet more fun with drafting film! I had no luck double-layering the stuff–lost a lot of detail and I couldn’t get the pages to lay as flat as I liked—so I went back to one layer of film over a print.

This is honestly the perfect way for me to work—I figure out all the problem spots digitally in painter, lay down big blocks of color and some rough sketchy lines, then I can work over top of it and do the delicate texture-y bits with colored pencil. The way this will take white linework makes me unbearably happy. And the frosting gives it a soft focus quality in the background that I rather like, too. Like slathering Vaseline on the lens to make the trees sexier.

I want to be clear that that sentence totally made sense in my head.

8 x 10, colored pencil on drafting film. This one is going to the gallery show. I have a mat lying around with rounded corners, and when I grabbed it, I loved what the rounding did so damn much that I went back and did a “framed” version of the image. I don’t know what it is, it makes it all…illustrationy.*

For my next trick, I may try doing one in sepia-tone. Pray for me!

Prints available, etc.

*A high school teacher once told me I was a brilliant wordsmith. Clearly she didn’t have to live with me.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.