Some Would Call It a Bad Thing

This weekend will be spent working on a one-sheet for the marketing department. This is good, because I was starting to wonder what on earth I was going to do with two days of free time...

That looks like it should sound sarcastic. I don't know whether this is good sign or not, but ... it wasn't.

I get to do this from the comfort of my nest - er, computer desk at home. Ahh, telecommuting.

6:12 PM
Here are some Redwall sketches... All labelled and stuff.

Behold: yet another example of the thumbnail that's better than the larger version.

This is about 400% larger than the original... if not more. The actual drawing is about an inch high, maybe less. Done on another post-it at work.

And the larger version, which I did the night after the thumbnail when I'd conveniently forgotten to take it home with me, so I couldn't use it for coolness reference ...

I'm not sure I like the big chin. The more I look at it, the lamer this picture (all of it) looks. Bleh. I was never very good at badgers...

I think I may be getting somewhere with Slagar:


Well, it appears Bananabasket was the only one who saw these before I cleaned them up all pretty-like and got rid of the smudgy streakiness. Hah!

More Eliot

LA FIGLIA CHE PIANGE (The Weeping Girl)

O quam te memorem virgo . . .

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair --
Lean on a garden urn --
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair --
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained suprise --
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her stand and grieve,
So he would have left
As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind deserts the body it has used.
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and a shake of the hand.

She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
And I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight, and the noon's repose.