The Primrose Warrior

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The Look by Steven Rose

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This blog will make you feel at peace

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Friend: What are you headbanging to?

Me:

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The river was a narrow one, as far as rivers went.  Narrow but deep, and running too swift to safely ford at this branch, if the young haremaid standing at its edge was any judge (and the Hon. Merriscut Fieldbud most certainly was, thank you very much).  She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, ears erect and turning this way and that.  

It wasn’t the river that interested her so much, however, although she would need to cross it before long.  Rather, it was the sound of a strange... a strange who-knew-what that she was currently trying to hone in on.  She had never heard its like.  It was on the other side of the river, she decided, about ninety paces upstream and around the bend.  She had somewhere she needed to be.  But... well.  It couldn’t hurt just to flippin’ well look, could it?  

Yes, yes it could, a tart little voice in the back of her head informed her.  You don’t know what it is; it might be dangerous.  

Curiosity got the better of her.  She set off after the odd noises.  

It was an equally odd sight that greeted her when she reached her destination.  A cat -- a large male specimen, clearly a fighter; Merri tested the weight of her lance in one paw out of habit -- was the source of the noise.  Or really, no, he wasn’t, she realized, it was the enormous metal contraption he appeared to be engrossed in that was making the noise.  This close it almost drowned out the river.  

Merri stared at the cat and the contraption from the relative safety of the underbrush, utterly nonplussed.  Then curiosity won the day again.  She stepped out of the trees on silent paws and stood on the bank.  

“Ahem, I beg y’pardon, sirrah,” she hallooed across the river and over the noise of the... thing.  “But if I may, what in the name o’ flippin’ fur is that?”  

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Good Face by sim muhely

European Hare (Lepus europaeus)

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Redwall illustrations by David Wyatt. See more of his work here!

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Ahem, updated post with the rest of ‘em. Don’t know how I jolly well missed those fabulous flippin’ illustrations, wot?

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Redwall cover illustrations by Philippe Munch. Sadly I was unable to find a blog or website for this illustrator.

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Process and illustration of Basil Stag Hare by Troy Howell.  From his blog:

In Brian Jacques’ popular Redwall, the book that began the series, Basil Stag Hare pays a surprise visit, posing as a decoy to an antagonistic rat. This flamboyant military gent is conveyed in the narrative through personality, action, and speech, more than physical description, so I had a little room for choosing his looks.

In my process, the thumbnail sketch comes first, showing the compositional elements of subject and setting. It’s similar to a rough draft or random notes, for the writer—getting down the initial idea.

If there were no need for approval—of editor, art director, and marketing people—I would bypass this second sketch stage and move to the finish. That does not mean I’d begin painting right away, but would draw and draw and draw, directly on my illustration board, until I get it right, applying what I’ve learned as an artist, researcher, and observer, and continue making small adjustments as I then begin the painting, and continue painting and reworking until I’m satisfied with the results. The revision process, in writer’s terms. But seldom do I get that privilege. This sketch was rendered primarily to show my plans to those whose approval was necessary.

Basil’s mocking bow, as it appeared in the 10th anniversary edition of Redwall. To my great disappointment (and loss of any chance of royalties), this edition was pulled prematurely after one year. It hardly had a life. The stated reason: this particular edition was “special”. Right.

See more of Troy’s work here!

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me walking to a room with people who dont like me

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Home is where you pitch it.

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always love his artwork

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Watership Down

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Redwall illustrations by David Elliot. See more of his work here!

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The Snowshoe Hare really, really likes these rose twigs- Shirley’s Bay Conservation Area by dhackettcan

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Here’s Tem showing off with some action poses, in both classic and contemporary styles. :B I feel I’m getting a better hang of these!

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The Anthem – a.k.a., the song of the Long Patrol. This version is sung by Major Perigord’s patrol during The Long Patrol.

Oh, it’s hard and dry, when the sun is high And dust is in your throat, When the rain pours down, near fit to drown, And soaks right through your coat. But the hares of the Long Patrol, my lads, Stouthearts they walk with me, Over hill and plain, and back again, By the shores of the wide blue sea. Through mud and mire to a warm campfire, I’ll trek with you, old friend, O’er lea and dale, in a roaring gale, Right to our journey’s end. Yes, the hares of the Long Patrol, my lads, Love friendship more than gold. We’ll share good days, and tread long ways, Good comrades brave and bold.

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Sometimes I remember Brian Jacques is dead and I will never read another new Redwall book or a new yarn and I just