Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS
by: W.B. Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
We were asked to imagine that we were commissioned to depict a famous person and say something about that person. This is my rendition of Jim Henson.
I feel like this is an illustration that I can keep doing over and over until I get it right. I still feel like the likeness can be improved. I also feel that his stance as it relates to staging can still be modified to communicate a friendlier giant/dreamer.