113 years ago, RMS Titanic sank in the dark, frigid waters of the Atlantic, surrounded by nothing but sea, ice, and stars. 113 years ago, over a thousand people perished alongside her, their last moments undoubtedly filled with terror as their once-safe ship broke apart beneath their feet. Surely none of them could have foreseen that their deaths would still be remembered, spoken of, depicted in art over a century later. This piece, as with my previous April 15th drawings, is dedicated to the memory of that terrible night so long ago, and to the hope that the lessons we’ve learned will prevent such tragedies in the future.
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106 years ago today, on the morning of November 21st, 1916, His Majesty’s Hospital Ship Britannic struck a mine in the Kea Channel in Greece. Despite being perhaps the safest ship of her time, she sank in just under an hour, taking thirty people down with her and injuring several others. What would have been the grandest liner to ever sail was gone after less than a year of service, never having fulfilled her intended purpose. Britannic never knew peacetime; she and the thirty people who died alongside her would be remembered primarily as casualties of a pointless war.
But what if that never happened? What if Britannic survived the mine and made it through the war?
“We can tell you that you will not be lost, you will not be forgotten, you will no longer be neglected and abused. You will be rightly honored, cherished, and loved in a new home and in a new dimension. You will no longer be sailing the seas, but you will be surrounded and caressed by them.”
-Thomas Watkins, SS United States Conservancy board member
Today, February 19, 2025, SS United States has finally left Philadelphia after lying in ruin there for nearly 30 years. She’s headed to Mobile, Alabama, where she’ll be prepared for her final voyage - to the ocean floor, where she’ll become an artificial reef and dive site. Finally, after decades of rot and rust, she’ll be free, giving back to the ocean she ruled so long ago.
This piece is meant to commemorate this bittersweet yet historic moment: here we see my United States gijinka lying among the coral, dead but very much at peace. Just as corpses are made up for their funerals, so too has she been dressed up in new clothes, and the rust has been scrubbed from her face. In death, she has regained her beauty. She’s finally escaped what she had come to believe would be an endless purgatory. She’s finally free.
Rest well, United States. In spite of everything, you are loved.
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I’ve been thinking a lot about Bremen since I visited her wreck (especially the significantly-less-chaotic second visit), and it’s really hit me how tragic her story is both in my lore and in real life. Sadder still is Europa’s side of things: she watched her sister burn, and then sat beside her burnt-out hulk as she was scrapped. Anyway, with all that in mind, and me being an absolute sucker for angst and all, here’s Bremen being consumed by flame, all her haughtiness and sadism replaced by terror and desperation and scorching hot agony.
Artist’s Notes:
This actually took only two days to make; my total drawing time was 19 hours and 18 minutes. Inspiration is truly an incredible thing!
I researched how different fabrics burn in order to make this as accurate as possible, which meant a lot of fabric burn test videos (side note: don’t do burn tests in your house. My mom did one inside once and the whole living room smelled awful for the next half hour). It turns out that while different materials have different burning properties, those different properties are hard to represent accurately in a drawing of this type. Someday I’ll get better at drawing burning fabric though and then I’ll be able to do it better! Accuracy aside, though, this did force me to put thought into what Bremen’s clothes are made of: her scarf and skirt are a wool/silk blend, and while I didn’t decide on a specific material for her coat I’m thinking it’s probably also wool, or maybe cotton or a blend of some sort.
This is the first time I’ve drawn her hair in a style other than her normal one, and it was quite the challenge! Here, her perfectly-arranged hairdo is coming undone as the sheer amount of hair gel required to maintain it burns away (and makes her hair extra flammable).
Her tears are turning into steam. I’m really proud of myself for thinking of that.
In hindsight, perhaps the lighting should be more intense (more orange maybe?). I’m proud of it as is, especially considering my lack of experience with fire-related shading, but realistically I feel like the whole image should be warmer, or the contrast between the light and shadows should be more intense.
I am so unbelievably proud of how the fire turned out! I’m still inexperienced with drawing fire and I haven’t done so in a while, but it turned out excellent and I’m really proud of myself!
The hand in the corner is, of course, Europa’s.
The title and the lyrics at the top come from Falling Like the Fahrenheit by Kamelot. It reminds me of Bremen and Europa for some reason, and in any case I’ve been obsessed with that song lately, so that’s sort of the theme song of this piece. Never mind that the phrase “falling like the Fahrenheit” implies that the temperature is getting colder rather than hotter…
The wireless sisters. Once, long ago, they were inseparable; now, though, Campania’s transformation into a colder, more pragmatic warship means she’s no longer the ship her more sociable sister Lucania remembers.
