Over the last few weeks these blogs have been very ancient
Egyptian –centric and so today we will finally be leaving Egypt behind and
moving on to new territory. A bit of a
relief actually, I’ve been coughing up mummy dust and tripping over sarcophagi
for weeks. There’s old bandages
everywhere! This time round, I’ll be saying a bit about a project I’m
working on that has Nuremberg style medieval buildings, flying machines and
curious literate giants.
I did this particular design a while back of two curious giant characters examining a storybook medieval castle. Using those old buildings you see in Germany, Austria and Belgium as a starting point, with their high sloping roofs and patterned tiles I designed a pleasing and compact little fortification to sit in the middle of the picture.
I did this particular design a while back of two curious giant characters examining a storybook medieval castle. Using those old buildings you see in Germany, Austria and Belgium as a starting point, with their high sloping roofs and patterned tiles I designed a pleasing and compact little fortification to sit in the middle of the picture.
'You blow down one of the chimneys, and when he pops out of this door I'll whack him!' |
What are they looking for?
Is the castle an elaborate model they’ve constructed? Or is it real and they’re waiting for those inside to come out so they can
either negotiate some business, or flatten them with the smack of a giant
palm. Or maybe they could just stamp the castle to rubble. The drawing is simple and I think
effective, and the colour is minimal, a little shading but mostly blocks of
solid colour. It’s essentially a
child’s picture book image, but the inspiration for it and others in this blog
is a little more adult.
I got to thinking about giants after remembering reading H. G. Well’s 1904 novel ‘The Food of the Gods’, a superb read very badly served by film and media in general. It starts cleverly as a lighthearted fantasy-comedy, and develops along more serious lines until it ends as a high-flown drama about the limits of human endeavour. Try doing that successfully in the average sized novel. However Wells pulls it off without a hitch.
I got to thinking about giants after remembering reading H. G. Well’s 1904 novel ‘The Food of the Gods’, a superb read very badly served by film and media in general. It starts cleverly as a lighthearted fantasy-comedy, and develops along more serious lines until it ends as a high-flown drama about the limits of human endeavour. Try doing that successfully in the average sized novel. However Wells pulls it off without a hitch.
The main premise is that two scientists develop a powder like
chemical food that they hope will help nourish the world and make people
develop as strong healthy individuals, however the food produces
gigantism. Part of the theme is the ‘genie
in the bottle’, (think global warming); when released the problem causes vast
change and upheavals – giant changes in fact, but its nature is such that you
can never return it to the bottle. So
you are forced to learn to live with it, to wholeheartedly take up the
challenge and go forward no matter what, even when going further hurts you even
more. The little people are forced to
learn to live with the new giant world, and the newly grown giants have to
learn to fight the prejudice they receive for their size, the numerous laws
suddenly brought into being to hedge them in and limit their lives, but at the
same time also begin to realise the huge strength potential they now wield over
everyone else.
Reading giant sketch. |
But this boy has a brain and is curious by nature, he decides at last after being told what he can and cannot do just once too often, to leave the quarry and go to London, because he’s heard all about the city and wants to see it for himself. So he goes, but doesn’t know there are laws controlling giant access in the city. He walks to the city, slowing traffic along the roads, which begins to back up chaotically as he approaches the centre of the metropolis. Being about thirty feet tall he brings London to a standstill. Eventually the little people panic at the problem he’s causing and send in the army, and the boy is shot dead.
Bookish giant. |
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