The Art of Ramona: Winnie the pooh and foxes.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Winnie the pooh and foxes.

Yesterday I bought this amazing book called

Winnie the Pooh: A celebration of the Silly old Bear

As you can guess, I was extremely happy to have come upon it.

I have only read the first chapter so far but I love it. It tells you about all the history of the book, and the author. It even tells you that Christopher Robin (A.A. Milne's son) did not like being known as Christopher Robin. I was shocked to read this, and very sad.

Anywho, that same day I bought a lead graphite pencil, which is wonderful! I watched Winnie the Pooh online and decided to draw some of the characters.

The other day, at the mall, I drew some randoms, but mostly focusing on gesture.

That same day, I drew a fox, that has now become Vixie and Todd's daughter.

She is nineteen in fox years, and loves adventure. She wants to go out and see the world, instead of living in this one forest her whole life. Eventually she meets either a gray wolf or a arctic wolf (haven't decided) and they fight constantly.

I cant think of a name for her really, any ideas?

This is practicing the anatomy of a fox.

As you can see I sort of love foxes..

Any name suggestions are welcome!

4 comments:

jonSeptember 3, 2011 at 10:14 PM
Lexy. She looks like a Lexy.
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JK RikiSeptember 4, 2011 at 6:57 AM
Is that book just a Winnie the Pooh one, or one specifically on the art of the latest movie?! I adored the latest film, so if it's all about that version I will have to go buy a copy for my library. I was looking at screens and some of the drawings of Rabbit are so dynamic that I feel like crying because I'm no where near that good yet. :)
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RamonaSeptember 5, 2011 at 9:10 AM
JKR- It's a little on the art of the third movie, but it talks lots about the history etc. It's worth it! Soo worth it.

Jon- I do like that name! But is it too close to Vixie?
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jonSeptember 15, 2011 at 11:18 AM
Possibly. How bout Lexington? Hmm.. Maybe not. Scratch that.
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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.