Louisa Giffard

Month: January, 2014

You’re mine. You’re everything that counts.

“You’re wrong!”

So, it’s been a long time since I’ve done a straight-up one coloured drawing, and I’ve missed the process with the pencil. This is a title card for the 1968 drama The Sergeant – or at least, the unfinished version, before I put the patented Infamous Queer colour scheme on it. But I prefer it without the colours. There’s just..not really another way I can make it a title card, in my mind – I suppose I could have drawn myself instead of Swanson, but since the gun’s in front of his face, no one would have been able to tell (apart from, of course, the fact that Swanson does not have tiny baby hands like I do.)

But enough talk about a movie that none of you have probably seen! Here, have the title card.

The Sergeant

The robbers grow fearful

Bremen Town Musicians story continues! I only have about two more to go. If you haven’t yet seen the other posts, the first is here the second here and the third set of illustrations is here.   The most recent post can be found here.  If you will recall, one of the robbers was sent as a scout back into the house, where the animals, startled as they were in the dark, all attacked him. One would say it’s all a bit harsh for a children’s book, until you remember that our robber has only really been scratched and bruised a little (although he may want a tetanus shot) – as opposed to swallowed alive, or decapitated, like so many other villains in fairy tales. Then again, he’s fairly small scale in the villain stakes. (Also, you trip over any animal in the dark, or try and poke it in the eye, and you’ll probably be scraped up. I’ve still got several big scratches on my arm from when I trimmed my hens’ wings almost two weeks ago!)

Terrified, the robber ran back to his gang as fast as he could.  "What happened?" they asked.

Terrified, the robber ran back to his gang as fast as he could.
“What happened?” they asked.

“Ah, there is a horrible witch sitting in the house, who spat on me and scratched my face with her long claws!"

“Ah, there is a horrible witch sitting in the house, who spat on me and scratched my face with her long claws!”

"And by the door stands a knave wielding a knife -  who stabbed me in the leg!"

“And by the door stands a knave wielding a knife – who stabbed me in the leg!”

"In the yard, I ran into a great big brute of a man, who started beating upon me with a wooden club!"

“In the yard, I ran into a great big brute of a man, who started beating upon me with a wooden club!”

"Above, on the roof, a judge yelled out  "There is the villain! He will hang, bring him to me!"  So I got away as fast as I could!"

“Above, on the roof, a judge yelled out
“There is the villain! He will hang, bring him to me!”
So I got away as fast as I could!”

The musicians attack!

We continue where we have left off, with the Bremen Town Musicians. If you haven’t yet seen the other posts, the first is here , the second here and the most recent set of illustrations is here.  

To recap, the musicians have chased a group of robbers from a house, and then they have settled themselves down to sleep. The robbers feel foolish for having been chased away, and so they send one of their number back to the house to investigate. His first move is to try and light a candle.

Thinking the shining fiery eyes of the cat were glowing coals, he held a match to them to light it.

Thinking the shining fiery eyes of the cat were glowing coals, he held a match to them to light it.

But the cat wasn’t pleased, and flew in the robber’s face, spitting and scratching him.

But the cat wasn’t pleased, and flew in the robber’s face, spitting and scratching him.

The robber was so frightened that he ran to the back door. But the dog, who lay there, sprang up and bit his leg!

The robber was so frightened that he ran to the back door. But the dog, who lay there, sprang up and bit his leg!

As the robber ran across the yard, the donkey gave him a hard kick with his hind hoof.

As the robber ran across the yard, the donkey gave him a hard kick with his hind hoof.

 The rooster too, who had been awakened by all the noise, cried down from the roof “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”

The rooster too, who had been awakened by all the noise, cried down from the roof “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”

There’s not much left of the story, so hold on tight! It’s taken me half a year to illustrate.