#su_lukomorie

[nghtwtch]

More stuff for Lukomorie challenge

[al-rudikov]

10 week challenge of concept art from https://www.facebook.com/SkillsUpSchool/

1 week.  The oak and the chain

2 week. The cat

3 week. The leshy

4 week. The mermaid

5 week. The hut on chicken feet

An oak tree greening by the ocean; A golden chain about it wound: Whereon a learned cat, in motion Both day and night, will walk around; On walking right, he sings a ditty; On walking left, he tells a lay. A magic place: there winds his way The wood sprite, there’s a mermaid sitting In branches, there on trails past knowing Are tracks of beasts you never met; On chicken feet a hut is set With neither door nor window showing...

[kagtavi]

I’m in the middle of a contest which my art school is holding. 

We make 1 concept per 1 week using poem by Alexander Pushkin  ‘ Lukomorye’

On seashore far a green oak towers, And to it with a gold chain bound, A learned cat whiles away the hours By walking slowly round and round. To right he walks, and sings a ditty; To left he walks, and tells a tale... A strange place! There a mermaid sits in A tree; there prowls a sprite; on trails Unknown to man move beasts unseen by His eyes; there stands on chicken feet, Without a door or e'en a window, A tiny hut, a hag's retreat. Both wood and valley there are teeming With wondrous things... When dawn comes, gleaming Waves o'er the sands and grasses creep, And from the clear and shining water Step thirty goodly knights escorted By their old tutor, of the deep An ancient dweller... There a dreaded Tsar by a prince is captive ta'en; There, as all watch, for cloud banks headed, Across the sea and o'er the plain, A mage a warrior bears. There, weeping, A young princess sits in a cell, And Grey Wolf serves her very well. There, in a mortar, onward sweeping All of itself, beneath the skies The wicked Baba-Yaga flies; There Tsar Koshchei o'er his hoard withers... A smell of Russ! Of Russ all breathes there!... There once was I, and the learned cat, As near him 'neath the oak I sat And drank of sweet mead at my leisure, Told me full many a tale... With pleasure These tales of his do I recall And here and now will share with all...

(this is the only translation I found and it’s not even close as good as original)

And i decided to make a series of fairy-tail characters in modern Russia. Desperate and familiar for those who live in this paradoxical  country.

an Oak . In Russia you can find some sort of... art. Its called “zkh (municipal servises) art” you can google it. looks like modern art... almost.

a wise cat. In Russian the other meaning for “cat” is “pimp’.

a mermaid. I live in Saint-Petersburg and there is lot’s of advertisement offering prostitutes. It’s illegal but still there is lots of it. Usually it’s just a name with a phone number. But sometimes instead of a name it’s written “Mermaids 24 hours XXX-XX-XXX”.

there prowls a sprite. In the original it’s leshy. In russian the shortened version for the name “Aleksei” is “Lesha” and it’s common to call “Lesha” - “Leshy”. And it’s usual for gopniks to change ‘Aleksei’ that way.

A tiny hut. Another popular object in russian fairy-tails. And instead of Baba Yaga, who usually lives in that hut, I drew an old lady who sells apples. It’s a pretty common sight to see old people selling their stuff (usually food) near the subway. Like this. 

Sorry for my English and I’ll return with the other characters from this poem.

[iceberglonely]

And new pics for contest. Oh, only two (?) pictures left, I’m so tired.

Tsarevna and wolf and Baba Yaga (who’s a groupie girl in my version).

[nghtwtch]

Kitty cat! more vis dev for Ruslan and Ludmila poem bt A.S. Pushkin 

[al-rudikov]

10 week challenge of concept art from https://www.facebook.com/SkillsUpSchool/

6 week. The thirty heroes.

7 week. The warlock and the warrior.

8 week. The princess and the wolf.

9 week. Baba Yaga.

10 week. Kashchey.

Upon the bare and barren lea, And thirty handsome armored heroes File from the waters’ shining mirrors, With them the Usher from the Sea. There glimpse a prince, and in his passing He makes the dreaded tsar his slave; Aloft, before the people massing, Across the wood, across the wave, A warlock bears a warrior brave; [A grieving princess in a cell, And faithful wolf that serves her well]; See Baba Yaga’s mortar glide All of itself, with her astride. There droops Kashchey, on treasure bent; There’s Russian spirit… Russia’s scent!

[nghtwtch]

The Baba Yaga house for Lukomorie contest

[iceberglonely]

Drawing I’ve made for contest in our art school.