The Art of Ramona: Ink and Paint

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Ink and Paint

I want to tell you a story about a girl named Ramona.

Don't worry, this is a happy story.

Once upon a time, in a town called the Evergreens, lived a girl named Ramona. Now if you were to look in on her, you may have found her to be quite discouraged. You see, she didn't have the money to buy gorgeous Disney art and cels online. She would spend hours looking at all the incredible art work just to exit the page with a heavy heart.

One day she stumbled across a guy (on the internet) who made his own cel artwork. All of the sudden, a spark of an idea started to grow in little Ramona's mind. It grew and it grew until she could no longer think about it anymore. And what she thought was this -

I could make my own cel artwork... of my drawings and Disney drawings and mermaids and fairies and characters and THE WHOLE WORLD!!

She hoped on the bus in search of what she would need. By the end of the day she had her supplies and started to paint. She drew and she painted, she painted and drew. She tested out paints and found what she wanted. When she sat back and looked, a smile crept up. A smile of joy and satisfaction, of happiness and determination. She would make more and more of these until she could make no more.

And this is what she made-

So my story was a tad dramatic... heheh! However, more entertaining that way. I only made one today cause I was testing out different paints etc. The eyebrow looks odd cause the paints bled a bit. I used acrylics and added water so they weren't so thick. It works but I don't like that you can see the brush strokes. I think Disney used Gouache, but I'm not positive. Anyone know what paint works best?! I would most appreciate some advice.

The other day I read a fairy tale by the Grimm Brothers called "Mother Holle", I decided to draw the main character. The first drawing is her at the beginning of the story, and the second is at the end, when she is showered with gold.

I want to start drawing characters from books more often. I think my next project will be characters from the Hunger Games! Such good books!

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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.