The Art of Ramona: The Billy Goats Gruff.

Friday, September 9, 2011

The Billy Goats Gruff.

Yesterday, I told my friend I would draw her something. So I asked what she wanted.

A: I want you to draw me a ... Troll! or a Dragon!

R: I will draw you a Troll, it's easier.

A: ooookay!

I put my pencil to the paper and stopped. A troll... How do I draw a Troll? Well, I guess they have large feet, and they are pretty short, with a big head.. Anyway, thats how Shoeshwapp the third was made.

After drawing him I remembered the story of the three billy goats gruff. I had to clarify how the story went from my dad first. It has been so long, I had forgotten.

So I decided I wanted to draw the goats. I had also, in this moment forgotten what a goat looked like. Hahha, so I had to look it up.

Here is the father. Mother and child to come.

More fox drawings. I adore the Prismacolor markers p.s. so so so much! If you are an artist, I encourage buying them.

What childhood story was told to you when you were young?

6 comments:

JoanneSeptember 9, 2011 at 7:23 PM
I love this troll I could almost hear him talking! I haven't picked up a brush in such a long time and I have never heard of those markers I may have to try them.
Blessings, Joanne
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RamonaSeptember 9, 2011 at 10:54 PM
Hahah! Thank you! The markers are so great! They can layer over eachother very nicely. If you do buy them, I suggest buying online, they are probably cheaper. Unless, you live in Edmonton.
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ArachnodactiliaSeptember 10, 2011 at 3:12 PM
The troll along with the drawings of the goats and the foxes are great, Mona! I will have to try the prismacolours. When I was younger I remember my mother often reading The Little Red Hen. :D Have you tried drawing hens?
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RamonaSeptember 10, 2011 at 3:31 PM
I havent really, I do love that story, if it's the one I am thinking of, with the making of the bread. I should try it. I would be fun!
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HannahSeptember 12, 2011 at 1:49 AM
Those drawings look GREAT Ramona! I especially love the foxes - they are beautiful. You are going places girl! : )
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http://mindlesslampoons.blogspot.com/October 6, 2011 at 12:52 AM
the work on foxes... phenomenal... :)
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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.