Here’s the same subject in a very different style. I couldn’t decide on the two skirt patterns you you can make up your own minds :-)
Bella will even be able to tell me what the fabrics are called. Is my girl a soft autumn Bella? I started off going for warm autumn and then my colour palette morphed…. (obsessively drawn to soft autumn it seems)
The fashion derives from circa 1840 and the applications of partial derivatives in differential and integral calculus.
The more demure, blue skirt print.
The lighter floral print skirt echoing the snowy overlays elsewhere in the scene.
These were all done using a historical fashion book for reference and a differential calculus book as a canvas.
I first looked for interesting mathematical lines and diagrams, then found fashions that seemed to meld with them. The rest was a bit of swift improvisation. The women in the fashion book are (deliberately) bland and faceless. I added some life to the people, and altered poses, and fashion to suit the squiggles of my pen.
I do seem to find this kind of squiggling very relaxing. And it can be quite suggestive of all sorts of things… Astrakhan, embroidery, hedges…
Theme for this week, ‘selfie’. I am looking a bit Holly Hobbyish here with a large, collage head of differential calculus hair. It would have looked better with darker hair, but I didn’t want to lose the lovely calculus curves under a heavy load of ink. So I’ve left it lightly tinted.
I liked the way the little numbers and mathematical figures here and there remind me of insects or seeds that the chickens are constantly seeking.
The smooth paper of a vintage book reacts completely differently from the way proper watercolour paper should react to paint. But there’s something rather nice about it. It sucks up the ink in a thirsty way, remaining very smooth and composed all the while.
Scott discovered the word ‘groke’ the other day. We all like it in this house and think it deserves constant and affectionate use. It reminds us of Tove Jansson‘s Groke and it means this: to ‘stare at someone in the hope that they’ll give you some food’. (The Groke in Jansson’s Moominpappa at Sea visits Moomintroll every night to beg him to show her his lantern flame, because she is a lonely creature craving warmth and light but unable to get either. So it’s a poignant form of groking after all.)
With six pampered chickens and a dog, we get plenty of groking around here. Speaking of which, better go and lock the girls up.