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Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-33468991360517221982017-05-12T06:20:00.002+05:302018-02-11T02:08:24.684+05:30Illustration Friday | Resist<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-18793717410305325372014-10-22T21:29:00.002+05:302014-10-22T21:29:36.779+05:30Happy Diwali.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-91821006084518676102014-10-22T21:12:00.003+05:302015-01-31T01:04:28.040+05:30Interview | Visual Disobedience<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-36726384872868564082014-09-18T14:52:00.000+05:302014-09-18T14:52:17.604+05:30Ragamala Series No.6: The Lotus Gatherers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-41068161869288666342013-12-20T21:47:00.000+05:302014-09-18T14:53:00.898+05:30Rukmini dances the Bharatanatyam<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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(See Maithili dance the Bharatanatyam <a href="http://ratlion.blogspot.in/2012/01/maithili-dances-bharatanatyam.html" target="_blank">here</a>.)</div>
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Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-10671750427156344432013-10-25T20:22:00.000+05:302014-09-18T14:52:48.752+05:30Kālikā<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My second take on the Goddess <span class="Unicode" style="text-decoration: none; white-space: normal;" title="International Alphabet of Sanskrit Transliteration"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kali" target="_blank">Kālī</a>. (See my first take <a href="http://ratlion.blogspot.in/2012/01/goddess-kali.html" target="_blank">here</a>.)</span><br />
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Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-69963589237115513972013-03-06T16:00:00.002+05:302014-09-18T14:52:38.578+05:30Illustration Friday: Yesterday | Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-19939288475052752892013-01-31T10:09:00.005+05:302013-01-31T10:09:52.115+05:30:'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-77434819232105427552013-01-25T21:51:00.002+05:302013-01-25T23:23:12.794+05:30Ragamala Series No.5: The Kite Flyer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-18653830355563752712013-01-21T02:48:00.000+05:302013-01-25T21:52:03.985+05:30Illustration Friday: Myth | Ragamala Series No.4: 'A Goddess of the Seas'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-39503041073178549132013-01-18T18:34:00.000+05:302013-01-21T03:00:49.421+05:30Introducing the Ragamala Series: No.1-3<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: black;">"</span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined.</span></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">"Be grateful for luck. Pay the thunder no mind. L</span></span></i></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">isten to the birds.</span></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Ladies and gentlemen, I give you '<i>She Wore <span style="font-size: small;">Feathers i<span style="font-size: small;">n her Hair</span></span></i>' </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">― illustrated for me, by me. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><i>It doesn't work for the topic 'Stretch' by any stretch of the imagination.</i> </span></span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;">Okay, so <b><i>I'm really stretching here</i></b>,<i> </i>but considering that the last time I illustrated for me was in January<i><b> </b></i>and that the last blog-update was<i><b> </b></i>way back in February (<b><i>I've been away from this here blog for a stretch of about 9 months</i></b>), this is a definite 'YAY' moment, People. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Here she is </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">(yes, it's a 'she') </span>all mocked-up in an antique frame (Just because. Also, it makes me happy): </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(Thank you </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.fuzzimo.com/">Antoniu</a> for the frame!)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I<span style="font-size: small;"> originally wanted some kind of type in the illustration, but changed my mind towards the end.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Below is some hand-lettered type that was born in the process.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I have the companion piece to this one in my head, but he (yes, it's a 'he') may take awhile to happen,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Here's hoping the next blog-update happens well before December 2013!</span></div>
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Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-26112814357236470882012-02-02T09:02:00.005+05:302012-02-02T09:13:41.601+05:30Chitra Santhe 2012<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 640px; height: 960px;" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7035/6804785897_e205530f49_b.jpg" alt="Stall No.160, Chitra Santhe 2012" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6804786797_17d8b9de16_z.jpg" alt="Stall No.160, Chitra Santhe 2012" width="640" height="427" /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7163/6804787427_73307663c0_z.jpg" alt="Stall No.160, Chitra Santhe 2012" width="640" height="427" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 640px; height: 960px;" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7005/6804788131_94f8cac68d_b.jpg" alt="Stall No.160, Chitra Santhe 2012" /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6804788733_f4276404de_z.jpg" alt="Stall No.160, Chitra Santhe 2012" width="640" height="427" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7005/6804789311_e6c9daf092_z.jpg" alt="Stall No.160, Chitra Santhe 2012" width="640" height="427" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 640px; height: 929px;" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7168/6804789875_3a4fc2170a_b.jpg" alt="Stall No.160, Chitra Santhe 2012" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7168/6804790895_80804fa58b_z.jpg" alt="Stall No.160, Chitra Santhe 2012" width="640" height="427" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">© 2012 Radha Ramachandran<br /><br /></span>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.<br /><br />:)<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /></div>Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-82035686855096026652012-01-15T13:24:00.001+05:302012-01-15T13:48:16.956+05:30Maithili dances the Bharatanatyam.<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7027/6699676327_44fd36dec6_o.jpg" alt="Maithili dances the Bharatanatyam." width="504" height="504" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">© 2012 Radha Ramachandran</span></span><br /></div>Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-79247947909854738452012-01-09T21:55:00.004+05:302012-01-09T22:00:27.334+05:30The Goddess Kali<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7149/6666881649_1229e39af9_o.jpg" alt="The Goddess Kali" width="533" height="533" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7174/6666881851_9d7c30015e_o.jpg" alt="The Goddess Kali" width="645" height="650" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">© 2012 Radha Ramachandran</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"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."</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">~ </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kali" rel="nofollow">en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kali</a><br /></div>Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-8474725211167140332012-01-08T12:19:00.004+05:302012-01-08T15:27:17.398+05:30The Hunter<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7024/6657764927_440f477e05_o.jpg" alt="The Hunter" height="527" width="527" /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7006/6657796055_1ae97eb046_o.jpg" alt="Orion" height="651" width="638" /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">© 2012 Radha Ramachandran</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">"Orion with his golden bow is on watch during the night."</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">~ Aesop, Fables 123 (from Babruis 124) (trans. Gibbs) (Greek fable C6th B.C.) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div>Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-64546547997364399442012-01-07T20:03:00.009+05:302012-01-07T20:43:34.630+05:30un león, un tigre<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7028/6652878547_f2f9c17015_o.jpg" alt="BabbarSher" height="647" width="637" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7022/6652876903_e51d0e2a44_o.jpg" alt="BabbarSher" height="485" width="485" /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">© 2012 Radha Ramachandran</span></span><br /><div style="padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 13px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(60, 96, 91);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:16px;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Albert and the Lion</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(60, 96, 91);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:16px;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">by Marriott Edgar</span></span></span></div> <div style="padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 20px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That's noted for fresh air and fun,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Went there with young Albert, their son.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A grand little lad was young Albert,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">All dressed in his best; quite a swell</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">With a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The finest that Woolworth's could sell.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They didn't think much of the Ocean:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The waves, they were fiddlin' and small,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">There was no wrecks and nobody drownded,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fact, nothing to laugh at at all.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So, seeking for further amusement,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They paid and went into the Zoo,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Where they'd Lions and Tigers and Camels,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And old ale and sandwiches too.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">There were one great big Lion called Wallace;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">His nose were all covered with scars -</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He lay in a somnolent posture,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">With the side of his face on the bars.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Now Albert had heard about Lions,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">How they was ferocious and wild -</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To see Wallace lying so peaceful,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Well, it didn't seem right to the child.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So straightway the brave little feller,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Not showing a morsel of fear,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Took his stick with its 'orse's 'ead 'andle</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And pushed it in Wallace's ear.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You could see that the Lion didn't like it,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For giving a kind of a roll,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He pulled Albert inside the cage with 'im,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And swallowed the little lad 'ole.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Then Pa, who had seen the occurrence, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And didn't know what to do next,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Said 'Mother! Yon Lion's 'et Albert',</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And Mother said 'Well, I am vexed!'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Then Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom -</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Quite rightly, when all's said and done -</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Complained to the Animal Keeper,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That the Lion had eaten their son.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The keeper was quite nice about it;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He said 'What a nasty mishap.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Are you sure that it's your boy he's eaten?'</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Pa said "Am I sure? There's his cap!'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The manager had to be sent for.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He came and he said 'What's to do?'</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Pa said 'Yon Lion's 'et Albert,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'And 'im in his Sunday clothes, too.'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Then Mother said, 'Right's right, young feller;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I think it's a shame and a sin,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For a lion to go and eat Albert,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And after we've paid to come in.'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The manager wanted no trouble,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He took out his purse right away,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Saying 'How much to settle the matter?'</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And Pa said "What do you usually pay?'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But Mother had turned a bit awkward</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When she thought where her Albert had gone.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">She said 'No! someone's got to be summonsed' -</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So that was decided upon.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Then off they went to the P'lice Station,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In front of the Magistrate chap;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They told 'im what happened to Albert,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And proved it by showing his cap.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Magistrate gave his opinion</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That no one was really to blame</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And he said that he hoped the Ramsbottoms</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Would have further sons to their name.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">At that Mother got proper blazing,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'And thank you, sir, kindly,' said she.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'What waste all our lives raising children</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To feed ruddy Lions? Not me!' </span></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7014/6652874679_25ed7b49ac_o.jpg" alt="SherKhan" height="647" width="637" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6652872489_8173faa2c9_o.jpg" alt="SherKhan" height="504" width="504" /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">© 2012 Radha Ramachandran</span></span><br /><br /><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(60, 96, 91);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:16px;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The Tiger</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(60, 96, 91);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:16px;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">by William Blake<br /></span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Tiger Tiger. burning bright,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > In the forests of the night;</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > What immortal hand or eye.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > Could frame thy fearful symmetry?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > In what distant deeps or skies.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > Burnt the fire of thine eyes?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > On what wings dare he aspire?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > What the hand, dare seize the fire?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > And what shoulder, & what art,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > Could twist the sinews of thy heart?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > And when thy heart began to beat.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > What dread hand? & what dread feet?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > What the hammer? what the chain,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > In what furnace was thy brain?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > What the anvil? what dread grasp.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > Dare its deadly terrors clasp?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > When the stars threw down their spears</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > And watered heaven with their tears:</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > Did he smile His work to see?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > Did he who made the lamb make thee?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > Tiger Tiger burning bright,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > In the forests of the night:</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > What immortal hand or eye,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?</span></div><p align="left"> </p><br /></div>Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-16235748951758412902012-01-06T16:14:00.005+05:302012-01-06T17:24:58.113+05:30The Owl & the Pussycat<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7164/6646555717_f6419a137b_o.jpg" alt="The Owl & the Pussycat" height="842" width="595" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">© 2012 Radha Ramachandran</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">'The Owl & The Pussycat'</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">by Edward Lear</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I </span></div><h4 style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;">The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea<br />In a beautiful pea green boat,<br />They took some honey, and plenty of money,<br />Wrapped up in a five pound note.<br />The Owl looked up to the stars above,<br />And sang to a small guitar,<br />'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,<br />What a beautiful Pussy you are,<br /> You are,<br /> You are!<br />What a beautiful Pussy you are!'</h4><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">II</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><h4 style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;">Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!<br />How charmingly sweet you sing!<br />O let us be married! too long we have tarried:<br />But what shall we do for a ring?'<br />They sailed away, for a year and a day,<br />To the land where the Bong-tree grows<br />And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood<br />With a ring at the end of his nose,<br /> His nose,<br /> His nose,<br />With a ring at the end of his nose.</h4><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">III</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><h4 style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;">'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling<br />Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'<br />So they took it away, and were married next day<br />By the Turkey who lives on the hill.<br />They dined on mince, and slices of quince,<br />Which they ate with a runcible spoon;<br />And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,<br />They danced by the light of the moon,<br /> The moon,<br /> The moon,<br />They danced by the light of the moon.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 640px; height: 853px;" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7021/6646563337_4435633ed4_o.jpg" alt="The Owl & the Pussycat" /><br /></div></div></h4>Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-25672420003120257322012-01-03T14:36:00.012+05:302012-01-03T15:53:07.688+05:30Mr. & Mrs. Dachshund<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7009/6626727643_c7e5453b18_o.jpg" alt="Mr. Dachshund" height="504" width="504" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p id="yui_3_4_0_3_1325581669679_1078"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i id="yui_3_4_0_3_1325581669679_1077">The Dachshund's affectionate<br />He wants to wed with you:<br />Lie down to sleep,<br />And he's in bed with you.<br />Sit in a chair,<br />He's there.</i><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><i id="yui_3_4_0_3_1325581669679_1077">Depart,<br />You break his heart.</i></span></p><p id="yui_3_4_0_3_1325581669679_1078"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>~ E.B. White</b></span></p><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7167/6626720605_d62d6850cf_o.jpg" alt="Mrs. Dachshund" height="504" width="504" /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">“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.”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">~ Mary Doria Russell, Dreamers of the Day</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6626736435_4328f05531_z.jpg" alt="Mr. & Mrs. Dachshund" height="512" width="640" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">© 2012 Radha Ramachandran</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Hello!<br /><br />I might be doing <a href="http://chitrasanthe.com/about.html">Chitra Santhe</a> 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 <a href="http://ratlion.blogspot.com/2011/02/chitra-santhe-2011.html">here</a>.)<br /><br />And when I sat down to draw yesterday, this is what emerged.<br /><br />Meet Edward & Elizabeth Dachshund. A.k.a. Mr. & Mrs. Dachshund.<br /><br />:)</span></span></span><br /><br />Oh, and here's wishing you a very happy new year!<br /><br />Cheers,<br />Radha<br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6626732401_2d365657f1_z.jpg" alt="Mr. & Mrs. Dachshund" height="531" width="640" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">P.S: Have you seen <a href="http://www.lisabengtsson.se/">Lisa Bengtsson</a>'s <a href="http://www.lisabengtsson.se/default.asp?M=100000002&L=SE&cat=7&img=367">Dachshund prints</a>? Love!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >(Image below by </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.lisabengtsson.se/">Lisa Bengtsson</a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lisabengtsson.se/image.aspx?img=/imagebank/Tillsammans+6%2Ejpg&w=500&h=800"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 650px;" src="http://www.lisabengtsson.se/image.aspx?img=/imagebank/Tillsammans+6%2Ejpg&w=500&h=800" alt="" border="0" /></a></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ></span> </div>Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-18557199715175954222011-12-07T12:19:00.003+05:302011-12-07T13:23:07.056+05:30December 7, 2011 | 12:21 PM<div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6470266231_5fd26d2525_z.jpg" alt="December 7, 2011 | 12:21 PM" height="345" width="640" /><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7003/6470420491_6d76f07749_z.jpg" alt="December 7, 2011 | 12:21 PM" height="344" width="640" /><br /></a></div><a><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a><span style="font-size:100%;">What my Tumblr </span></a><a href="http://ratlion.tumblr.com/archive">archive</a> looks like at the moment.</div>Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-42593630753952595942011-12-05T21:03:00.000+05:302011-12-06T12:23:59.982+05:30Artemis<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7168/6461148411_51abe32632_z.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 533px; height: 640px;" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7168/6461148411_51abe32632_z.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">© 2011 Radha Ramachandran</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span class="quote_gr">Arist</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span class="quote_gr">ophanes, Frogs 1358 ff (trans. O'Neill) (Greek comedy C5th to 4th B.C.) :</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"O Artemis, thou maid divine, Diktynna (of the Nets), huntress, fair to see, O bring that keen-nosed pack of thine, and hunt through all the house with me."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span class="quote_gr">Aristophanes, Thesmophoriazusae 114 ff :</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Praise Artemis too</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">, the maiden huntress, who wanders on the mountains and through the </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">woods."<br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7146/6461159117_980205b573_z.jpg" alt="Artemis-mockframed-blog" height="640" width="535" /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></div>Ratlionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12733067963330595612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253098156772498563.post-77701438340015268492011-08-23T21:11:00.000+05:302011-08-24T11:21:27.955+05:30A Lady<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 792px;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6068/6073070617_0fff464847_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >© 2011 Radha Ramachandran</span>
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