Ineffable and relatable.

“And all this time Childermass said nothing. Mr Segundus wondered what more he required — all his questions had been answered. But Childermass waited and watched Mr Segundus with his queer black eyes, as if he were waiting for Mr Segundus to say one thing more — as if he fully expected that Mr Segundus would say it — indeed as if nothing in the world were more certain.”

I do believe this is my favorite scene of all, I desperately wish to animate it someday.

“Someone was standing in the middle of the room: a tall, handsome person with pale, perfect skin and an immense amount of hair, as pale and shining as thistle-down. His cold, blue eyes glittered and he had long dark eye-brows, which terminated in an upward flourish. He was dressed exactly like any other gentleman, except that his coat was of the brightest green imaginable — the colour of leaves in early summer.” - Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, Susanna Clarke

I fear I’ve been entirely besotted by this book for years, and only now can I bring myself to make art for it.

He deserves to have this moment immortalized.

Rather, he deserves everything.

Anyway.. I’m known to be a babbler, so babble I will.

This scene really spoke to the child in me, the child I was and hope to save.

"Do the magic, Mr Segundus.”

And oh how I wished I could. Any child would pretend, I believed with my whole heart aching. I still do, when the mood strikes me. And often do such moods strike magicians.

As much as I may think myself to be a merely theoretical.. I can think of many ways to be practical. I may not weave my own iron cross and lift a fairy curse, but I can still make beautiful things happen and that is magic enough.

"So Mr Segundus did the magic."

Furthermore,

I wonder if you can tell who (one of) my most favorite character(s) is.

Last thing of the day, a bookmark I made for a friend of a friend, the only person I know of that’s read this book :’(

“The man of business gave a short laugh — laughter which was clearly directed at Mr Honeyfoot, yet Mr Norrell did not reprimand him either by look or word, and Mr Segundus wondered what sort of business it could be that Mr Norrell entrusted to this person. With his long hair as ragged as rain and as black as thunder, he would have looked quite at home upon a windswept moor, or lurking in some pitch-black alleyway, or perhaps in a novel by Mrs Radcliffe.” -Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, Susanna Clarke

As you can see I was not quite done, though this is more of a glorified sketch I’m happy with it.

I’ve been drawing horses so often I really did apply for a job at my local stables. Here’s to hoping. Also can you tell I love John Bauer.

sword and shield

Invader Zim

Don't let his height fool you, it's 90% prosthesis, he's still smol