Illustration Friday: Stretch | 'She Wore Feathers in her Hair'

 © 2012 Radha Ramachandran

"She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined.

She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot." 

~ Mark Twain

"Be grateful for luck. Pay the thunder no mind. Listen to the birds.

And don't hate nobody."
~ Eubie Blake 

“She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language.

And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky.”
~ Monique Duval 

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you 'She Wore Feathers in her Hair' ― illustrated for me, by me. 

If you're here via Illustration Friday and are wondering how on earth it works for this weeks topic, well, it doesn't...quite.

It doesn't work for the topic 'Stretch' by any stretch of the imagination.

Okay, so I'm really stretching here, but considering that the last time I illustrated for me was in January and that the last blog-update was way back in February (I've been away from this here blog for a stretch of about 9 months), this is a definite 'YAY' moment, People. 

(Also, I just may be my own favourite client. So this was fun.)

 

Here she is (yes, it's a 'she') all mocked-up in an antique frame (Just because. Also, it makes me happy):

(Thank you Antoniu for the frame!)

I originally wanted some kind of type in the illustration, but changed my mind towards the end.

Below is some hand-lettered type that was born in the process.

© 2012 Radha Ramachandran

I have the companion piece to this one in my head, but he (yes, it's a 'he') may take awhile to happen,

considering there's a living to be made. 

Here's hoping the next blog-update happens well before December 2013!

Cheers.

Chitra Santhe 2012

© 2012 Radha Ramachandran

January 29, 2012. Chitra Santhe, 2012. Slice of pavement No.160. A huge 'thank you' goes out to all the kindred folk who bought a print and to those who took the time to stop, look and voice their appreciation.

:)

Maithili dances the Bharatanatyam.

© 2012 Radha Ramachandran

The Goddess Kali

© 2012 Radha Ramachandran

"Out of the surface of her (Durga's) forehead, fierce with frown, issued suddenly Kali of terrible countenance, armed with a sword and noose. Bearing the strange khatvanga (skull-topped staff), decorated with a garland of skulls, clad in a tiger's skin, very appalling owing to her emaciated flesh, with gaping mouth, fearful with her tongue lolling out, having deep reddish eyes, filling the regions of the sky with her roars, falling upon impetuously and slaughtering the great asuras in that army, she devoured those hordes of the foes of the devas."
~ en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kali

The Hunter

© 2012 Radha Ramachandran


"Orion with his golden bow is on watch during the night."
~ Aesop, Fables 123 (from Babruis 124) (trans. Gibbs) (Greek fable C6th B.C.)

un león, un tigre

© 2012 Radha Ramachandran

Albert and the Lion
by Marriott Edgar

There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh air and fun,
And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their son.

A grand little lad was young Albert,
All dressed in his best; quite a swell
With a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle,
The finest that Woolworth's could sell.

They didn't think much of the Ocean:
The waves, they were fiddlin' and small,
There was no wrecks and nobody drownded,
Fact, nothing to laugh at at all.

So, seeking for further amusement,
They paid and went into the Zoo,
Where they'd Lions and Tigers and Camels,
And old ale and sandwiches too.

There were one great big Lion called Wallace;
His nose were all covered with scars -
He lay in a somnolent posture,
With the side of his face on the bars.

Now Albert had heard about Lions,
How they was ferocious and wild -
To see Wallace lying so peaceful,
Well, it didn't seem right to the child.

So straightway the brave little feller,
Not showing a morsel of fear,
Took his stick with its 'orse's 'ead 'andle
And pushed it in Wallace's ear.

You could see that the Lion didn't like it,
For giving a kind of a roll,
He pulled Albert inside the cage with 'im,
And swallowed the little lad 'ole.

Then Pa, who had seen the occurrence,
And didn't know what to do next,
Said 'Mother! Yon Lion's 'et Albert',
And Mother said 'Well, I am vexed!'

Then Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom -
Quite rightly, when all's said and done -
Complained to the Animal Keeper,
That the Lion had eaten their son.

The keeper was quite nice about it;
He said 'What a nasty mishap.
Are you sure that it's your boy he's eaten?'
Pa said "Am I sure? There's his cap!'

The manager had to be sent for.
He came and he said 'What's to do?'
Pa said 'Yon Lion's 'et Albert,
'And 'im in his Sunday clothes, too.'

Then Mother said, 'Right's right, young feller;
I think it's a shame and a sin,
For a lion to go and eat Albert,
And after we've paid to come in.'

The manager wanted no trouble,
He took out his purse right away,
Saying 'How much to settle the matter?'
And Pa said "What do you usually pay?'

But Mother had turned a bit awkward
When she thought where her Albert had gone.
She said 'No! someone's got to be summonsed' -
So that was decided upon.

Then off they went to the P'lice Station,
In front of the Magistrate chap;
They told 'im what happened to Albert,
And proved it by showing his cap.

The Magistrate gave his opinion
That no one was really to blame
And he said that he hoped the Ramsbottoms
Would have further sons to their name.

At that Mother got proper blazing,
'And thank you, sir, kindly,' said she.
'What waste all our lives raising children
To feed ruddy Lions? Not me!'

© 2012 Radha Ramachandran

The Tiger
by William Blake

Tiger Tiger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger Tiger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

The Owl & the Pussycat

© 2012 Radha Ramachandran

'The Owl & The Pussycat'
by Edward Lear

I

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

II

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

III

'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

Mr. & Mrs. Dachshund

The Dachshund's affectionate
He wants to wed with you:
Lie down to sleep,
And he's in bed with you.
Sit in a chair,
He's there.
Depart,
You break his heart.

~ E.B. White

“Dachshunds have their own agenda and can be stubborn about seeing their plans through to completion. What Rosie lacked in consistency, she made up for in enthusiasm. Most of the time when I called her name, she sprinted back, her long ears cocked and flying like a little girl's pigtails. Each encounter was a glorious reunion, even if we'd been parted for only a minute or two. I had never felt so loved.”

~ Mary Doria Russell, Dreamers of the Day

© 2012 Radha Ramachandran

Hello!

I might be doing Chitra Santhe this year (I'll only know for sure after the 15th of this month), which means I need to make lots of new illustrations! (See my post on last years Santhe here.)

And when I sat down to draw yesterday, this is what emerged.

Meet Edward & Elizabeth Dachshund. A.k.a. Mr. & Mrs. Dachshund.

:)

Oh, and here's wishing you a very happy new year!

Cheers,
Radha



P.S: Have you seen Lisa Bengtsson's Dachshund prints? Love!

(Image below by Lisa Bengtsson)