the day I stop drawing Enjolras will be the day they sign my death certificate
And, given the quality of your work, I think we can all be grateful for that! I love his intensity and focus here - and the remarkable amount of movement you’ve managed to incorporate into this, even though he isn’t actually in motion - he’s very non-static even though he’s standing still. Gorgeous!
1.2.1 Le soir d’un jour de marche
Fahnestock & MacAfee
He took the main street, walked at random, slinking near the houses like a sad, humiliated man. Not once did he turn around. If he had, he would have seen the inn-keeper of the Croix de Colbas, standing in his doorway with all his guests, and the passersby gathered about him, speaking excitedly, and pointing at him; and from the looks of fear and distrust that were exchanged, he would have guessed that before long his arrival would be the talk of the whole town.
He saw nothing of all this: People weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them.
Il prit la grande rue. Il marchait devant lui au hasard, rasant de près les maisons, comme un homme humilié et triste. Il ne se retourna pas une seule fois. S’il s’était retourné, il aurait vu l’aubergiste de la Croix-de-Colbas sur le seuil de sa porte, entouré de tous les voyageurs de son auberge et de tous les passants de la rue, parlant vivement et le désignant du doigt, et, aux regards de défiance et d’effroi du groupe, il aurait deviné qu’avant peu son arrivée serait l’événement de toute la ville.
Il ne vit rien de tout cela. Les gens accablés ne regardent pas derrière eux. Ils ne savent que trop que le mauvais sort les suit.
I seriously considered doing the bit with Petit-Gervais and his halo of golden hair against the light but then I had a stronger image for this one.
1.2.13 Wilbour Translation.
"…While he wept, the light grew brighter and brighter in his mind-an extraordinary light, a light at once transporting and terrible. His past life, his first offence, his long expiration, his brutal exterior, his hardened interior, his release made glad by so many schemes of vengeance, what had happened to him at the bishop’s, his last action, this theft of forty sous from a child, a crime meaner and the more monstrous that it came after the bishop’s pardon, all this returned and appeared to him, clearly, but in a light that he had never seen before. He beheld his life and it seemed to him horrible; his soul, and it seemed to him frightful. There was, however, a softened light upon that life and upon that soul. It seemed to him that he was looking Satan by the light of Paradise.
So I’ve redrawn this about a hundred times and I’m still not happy with it but hopefully I’ll get better as the weeks go on.
This is fantastic— I’m really impressed by how much the blue in the eyes stands out with all those bright golds and oranges everywhere!
A sketch of Enjolras and Combeferre in good spirits for amour-de-tous.
Joly and Combeferre shopping for corpses at the local morgue. Because there are those who actually *wanted* to see this. O_o
You people. What shall I do with you all.
i wanted to draw the old gaang but i didn’t know which outfits from which books to draw them in then i was like oh hang on
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Characters inspired by
Feuilly, Jehan Prouvaire, Bahorel, Lesgle, Joly, Marius Pontmercy, Courfeyrac, Gavroche, Combeferre, Enjolras and Grantaire from Les Miserables 2012
Modern AU!Éponine and Cosette, commissioned by salamandertoast! Thanks a bunch! :D
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You are the cutie. <3
I will leave the discussion of Enjolras to those far more knowledgeable on the subject than I, but I do want to talk about Javert, because Javert is interesting and I think differing readings of…
- vouksen said:mitt romney
well we are…politically…opposed…and i resent that he’s sort of from massachusetts.
okay. but seriously. he looks like a werewolf. sometimes i look...
people legitimately wanting to be around me and like talk to me and be my friend makes me feel a weird mixture of flattery and...
- “(foaming and stamping the ground).
(Throws himself on the ground.)
(running up against the wall).
(He rends his garment from top to bottom.)