The Art of Ramona: Centaurs and Magical Things

Monday, December 27, 2010

Centaurs and Magical Things

Every so often, I get so inspired, and excited to draw that I literally cant stop. My pencil flies across the paper in swift movements, trying to capture what is in my mind. I love these moments. Nothing else matters in that moment, especially not the time. That is why I was up till two o'clock last night drawing these. I started out watching fantasia (I love it so much), and I just kept drawing random things. I was inspired by the Centaurs in Fantasia to draw these. The first one is me, the second - Ashley, and the third- Lauren. I'm seeing them today and I promised them a drawing for Christmas, so it all worked out.

I started out copying some tangled drawings.

Then drawing whatever came to mind, while watching Fantasia.

Then drew this Centaur, which led to the ones at the top.

For Christmas, I drew Melissa a character from her book- Sawyer.

These were the possibilities before hand, and just getting practice in before the real one.

I shall post what I got for Christmas in my next post. Along with some funny stories.

4 comments:

Michael Di GesuDecember 27, 2010 at 6:22 PM
Ramona,

Your illustrations are so charming. i really like them. I particularly like all the expressions on the fox... too cute.

Have a great week.

Michael
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vic caswell December 27, 2010 at 8:30 PM
so many good ones today! i especially liked the sawyer ones! and inspiration like that rocks!!! :)
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RamonaDecember 27, 2010 at 9:31 PM
Thanks so much! You guys are so sweet!
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MelissaDecember 28, 2010 at 12:24 AM
SAWYER!!!!! My heart is melting! You have so many awesome depictions of him. I want them all... I have a whole wall...

I love how you watercolored the centaurs. They look great.

You really were inspired!
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The Walrus and the Carpenter

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd,
because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?""I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!
"The Walrus did beseech."
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stoodAnd waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"

"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--

Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would beA dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.