Posting a day early because TOMORROW IS CHRISTMAS! And I shall be busy either celebrating or chilling with my family–Chris and I have a tradition of watching A Child’s Christmas in Wales together every Christmas Eve. So, long story short, I shan’t have the time or interest to post on Saturday.
Sydney Carton must be my art muse. A reasonable explanation for why I draw him all the time. Wonder what he would think about that if he knew? He probably wouldn’t care and would ignore me whenever I sat near to draw him. Which, on the one hand, means he wouldn’t immediately get up and leave in a huff, ruining the pose and reference. On the other hand, he wouldn’t necessarily bother to sit still.
It suddenly occurs to me how insane I sound to people who are not writers, and who therefore do not have conversations with imaginary characters, their own or others’, in their heads on a daily basis. 🙂
Anyway, this is the scene from the book in which Sydney wanders Paris the night before Charles’s second trial and after gaining secret entry to the prison if needed. That wandering scene haunts me; in a way, Sydney is lonely in the sense of being physically alone and also alone in knowledge, having formed his final plan and resolved to act upon it. But it’s not the utter isolation, the void of comfort and cheerful company, that he faced earlier in the story. Not to mention the fact that we get a little of Sydney’s backstory here, and that he remembers Scripture for possibly the first time in years.
On a whim, I drew Christine Daae getting ready for a performance. Hence the slightly exaggerated facial features (I love drawing actor/actress characters in stage makeup). In my imagination, she’s in a play or opera centering around the Greek myth of Persephone.
Michael Maguire as Enjorlas from the 10th Anniversary Concert of Les Miserables. I drew this as a last-minute present for Gingersnap, and I do mean last-minute. Around 2:00 p.m. the day of her birthday, I realized I hadn’t gotten her anything–my contribution is usually a decorated cake, which was out of the question due to my recovering from sickness–and the drawing idea popped into my mind. I found and printed a reference photo, dashed back to my bedroom, and sketched and erased with all haste. Approximately 5 hours later, the drawing was finished–and even then, I had to dash back to my room while family and guests served themselves dinner (it was a buffet-style spread) and finish the jacket. But Gingersnap was pleased; Michael Maguire is one of her favorite singers.
I had “Red and Black” in my head almost the whole time I was drawing. Not that that’s a bad song to have stuck in your head…
Finally, the happy Sydney picture I promised! Here he is with little Lucie and in a scene that isn’t exactly from the book, but one that might have happened. And it makes me happy.
Merry Christmas to all my readers!