I hope I finish this in time
I hope I finish this in time
Jehan- Our summoner of magical beasts who is gentle and soft-spoken, but still intrepid. ;)
I love the beasties and the colors and the flute and the FEET, but most of all the eyes!
I’m seeing a post or two going around about not “trivializing” June 5th and 6th by focusing on Les Mis. And I think it’s well-intentioned, but mistaken.
History is really important. It is really, really darn important.
But fiction is not innately trivializing.
art history meme | 2/6 themes or series or subjects: ophelia
do you ever say something that actually took some courage to say and then the other person doesn’t reply how you wanted them to and makes you feel stupid so then you’re just so embarrassed and regret saying anything
Enough with obsessing over this just get it posted already.
Wishing you all a
happy contemplative completely non-trivial gah whatever i can’t think of any suitable adjectivesBarricade Day.
[It’s already 5th June where I am. ;-)]
[I have no acceptable excuse for Jehan’s bare feet, and I apologise. It’s just that I tend to draw my figures in the nude first and then lay the clothing sketch *over* that - and while filling it all in I decided it would be a shame to cover up the feet. Ah well… it’s probably something that someone who’s given to Romantic excesses might do anyway.
Even if it’s risking tetanus, but that’s Joly’s problem, not mine.]
A lines-only version here, just in case anybody wants to play colouring book with it or something. ;-)
enjolras and jehan
Oh, WOW. Love the noses! and the—well, everything!
Ahh, this is beautiful though
Sometimes, the adolescent elephant will throw itself upon the ground as a sign of extreme emotional distress, commonly known as a “tantrum.”
Couples Galore, by Debs1558
Lost it at Feanor x Nerdanel…
i decided to illustrate this post because i think it’s the best description of montparnasse ever
(i wanted him to look like douglas booth but mostly failed)
Les Miserables Painting Meme: Jehan Prouvaire
Jean Prouvaire was in love; he cultivated a pot of flowers, played on the flute, made verses, loved the people, pitied woman, wept over the child, confounded God and the future in the same confidence, and blamed the Revolution for having caused the fall of a royal head, that of Andre Chenier. His voice was ordinarily delicate, but suddenly grew manly. He was learned even to erudition, and almost an Orientalist. Above all, he was good; and, a very simple thing to those who know how nearly goodness borders on grandeur, in the matter of poetry, he preferred the immense. He knew Italian, Latin, Greek, and Hebrew; and these served him only for the perusal of four poets: Dante, Juvenal, Aeschylus, and Isaiah. In French, he preferred Corneille to Racine, and Agrippa d’Aubigne to Corneille. He loved to saunter through fields of wild oats and corn-flowers, and busied himself with clouds nearly as much as with events. His mind had two attitudes, one on the side towards man, the other on that towards God; he studied or he contemplated. All day long, he buried himself in social questions, salary, capital, credit, marriage, religion, liberty of thought, education, penal servitude, poverty, association, property, production and sharing, the enigma of this lower world which covers the human ant-hill with darkness; and at night, he gazed upon the planets, those enormous beings. Like Enjolras, he was wealthy and an only son. He spoke softly, bowed his head, lowered his eyes, smiled with embarrassment, dressed badly, had an awkward air, blushed at a mere nothing, and was very timid. Yet he was intrepid.
i colored that picture of courfeyrac