Saturday, February 28, 2009

Wrinkle In Time Progress

Hey there,
Just wanted to show a little work in progress for a personal project. My dream illustration job would be to do book covers, so you'll be seeing illustrations of all of my favorite stories. The Wrinkle In Time Quartet is a childhood favorite of mine.


And just for kicks, this is the funniest baby ever!


Hope everyone has a splendid weekend!

Monday, February 16, 2009

New Look

Hi. Hope everyone enjoys my new blog layout. Pretty simple, but sometimes going back to a white background feels so... refreshing.
I took my Annabel Lee sketch into Photoshop and here is what I came up with. And I thought you'd like to hear the poem that accompanies it. Enjoy!



It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me--
Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
And so, all the night-tide, I lay down by the side
Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the sounding sea.