#112263

Arthurian JFK

62 years of a world mourning you, and 12 years of me thinking about you for literally every day 🖤

I have been attempting to draw him as King Arthur for waaaay too long. And although this is not the work I had in my mind, at least it’s something. I started this particular attempt last year, but I only just now felt it was “finished” enough to share. (Perhaps I will make one with a background more inspired by the musical poster, with texture like vellum and like an illuminated manuscript)

I once offered a longer caption and explanation on this already, so I will keep it brief now⚔️ : Romano-brit scale armor and pteruges, Excalibur based on Joyeuse, even tho the latter is later lol (both had beast heads on the guard), a B or B1 pommel to reminisce of a spatha, inscribed fuller with the supposed inscription “SVME ME ABICE ME”, a coat of arms inspired by both the Kennedy one (three helms) and Arthurian one (three crowns), red and deep blue also inspired on Romans, a shield with a Virgin icon, like on JFOliveras’ art of Arthur, jewels based on the Sutton Hoo ones, etc. ✨ the Sutton jewels gotta be my fav artifacts—they are soooo amazing and magical. // ik the shield needs studs for the strap hold underneath, but I have spend too much time on this already (years) 😭

+ some Camelot inspired cases i made in 2022

I have always loved Camelot and Arthur sm, idk why but they were very present themes in my childhood. 🏰

I see him as King Arthur, despite his code name being Lancer.

Life’s hardness we accept—but its cruelty? That’s the jagged pill we choke on.

Because the past isn’t just obdurate; it’s in harmony with both itself and the future.

Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.

We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it's too late.

For a moment everything was clear, and when that happens you see that the world is barely there at all. Don't we all secretly know this? It's a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to be wheels and cogs, a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call life. Behind it? Below it and around it?

“Buradayım çünkü sana dair her şeyi seviyorum. Sana geçmişte ne olmuşsa veya gelecekte ne olursa olsun sorun değil. Çünkü karşımda duran kişi bir mucize, sen bir mucizesin. "