Showing posts with label drawing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drawing. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 May 2015

A selection from the series of postcards I created for the Bristol Artists Book Event




These postcards are my homage to the great illustrator, Dogear Wryde (Edward Gorey) and his Tragedies Topiares. You can see the rest of my series on my website www.katewilliamson.co.uk

Wednesday, 2 October 2013

The Bell Girl Vll



By the time her elderly parents died the bell girl was a young woman. She tried very hard to live a very quiet life so as not to upset anyone and found a job in the library where there was very rarely any excitement. Through a combination of meditation and deportment lessons she managed to keep the clanging to a minimum. So much so that the townsfolk forgot that she was a bell girl at all

Sunday, 29 September 2013

The Bell Girl lll



The old man and his wife loved the little bell girl and nurtured and cared for her as if she was their own child. Her little bell would tinkle prettily as she laughed and played. It would also ring when she was upset or excited. At first the couple found this charming but, as the child grew older, the bell rang louder and less melodiously. As the years went by it seemed that any heightened emotions would set it off, clanging and clanking so violently that the girl's dress would often crack and have to be patched up.

Sunday, 24 February 2013

The Adventures of Bird Girl

Following on from the last post....
I later made up my own story about one of my bird people and did some large A1 charcoal drawings.
 
 


 

 
 
 

My tutor at UWE suggested I shouldn't have put the door and window into the second drawing. The location is best left unspecified.
The terrified creature in the last drawing is a little doll who, when I divested her of  hair and clothes, turned out to have a body made of wire rope. I recently discovered that the collective noun for spiders is 'a clutter'. Sounds noisy somehow. I think I'd like to copy my spider doll and make a clutter of them. With their porcelain arms and legs I'm sure you'd hear them coming. But will this one will survive her present ordeal?