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November Theme Challenge! The contents of a trashcan
I was sketching in Basel and realized the guy to the right was handcuffed and being questioned by some plain-clothes officers- no joke!
I tried to sort of paint with Copic Markers, you know, working without inked lines.
Copics are really nice to use on Moleskine paper, but sadly they bleed quite a bit.
Anyway, I like how this turned out concidering that I did not plan a thing.
Legend says that in 832AD, before a battle against the English, the Scots king, Angus, was visited by St Andrew in a vision. Angus was promised a victory by the saint. The next day, clouds formed a white cross, in the shape of that on which St Andrew was crucified, against a blue sky. This was seen as a good omen and the Scots took heart from it and carried the day. The white cross on a blue background has been the “Saltire” or Scottish flag ever since. This morning, as dawn broke over Ratho, a white cross appeared in the sky. Is this a good omen for 2009 or just the result of the contrails from two passenger jets high above? I know which one I want to believe. Sorry that this wee painting has been rushed but I wanted to post it before the good luck ran out for you all.
Watersoluble pencils on a watercolour Moleskine
The day after christmas.
The little guy at the left is a “tió”. He is the one that brings presents to the catalan children.
Well, actually he “shits” the presents and sweets…
He is a magical log. Normally is just a piece ofe wood with a painted face, a hat and a scarf, but mine got this cute papier mache face (it is a puppet, in fact, not a “real” log)
Children keep him warm and feed him during the advent time. On christmas eve, they hit the poor guy with sticks and sing songs. Then, the “tió” defecates the christmas sweets and presents.
Yes, I know. We are a very scatological people…but it’s fun, anyway.
Merry christmas, and happy new year…
The idea on the left is my daughter Amanda when she was very young. The page on the right is my son’s bird, Nicholas. rob’s blog