Show It To The Harpies

WOOHOO!!!! Thus concludes Book One of the HDM Trilogy!! Now we move on to The Subtle Knife! 

once again I apologize for the horribly delayed update. >_< 

and for the uh

the two story tall lamppost 

Ch. 22: The Bridge to the Stars

“And we’ve got the alethiometer,” she said “Yeah. I reckon we’ve got to do it, Pan. We’ll go up there and we’ll search for Dust, and when we’ve found it we’ll know what to do.”

Roger’s body lay still in her arms. She let him down gently.

“And we’ll do it,” she said.

She turned away. Behind them lay pain and death and fear; ahead od them lay doubt, and danger, and fathomless mysteries. But they weren’t alone. 

So Lyra and her daemon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky.

happy Valentine’s Day, all you Pullman fans! Incidentally, this scene happens in Ch. 23… but there’s another illustration coming. I just felt like drawing some smoldering sexual tension between Asriel and Mrs. Coulter. 

Ch. 22: Betrayal

one more chapter till I’m done with The Golden Compass, eek! Tried a little something different this time, with watercolors. I must’ve attempted to paint the Northern Lights at least five times before I got this result! 

“What is it?” Lyra said.

He [Iorek] didn’t say. He was listening intently, but she could hear nothing. Then she did hear something: a mysterious, vastly distant rustling and crackling. It was a sound she had heard before: the sound of the Aurora. Out of nowhere a veil of radiance had fallen to hang shimmering in the northern sky. All those unseen billions and trillions of charged particles, and possibly, she thought, of Dust, conjured a radiating glow out of the upper atmosphere.

After a two month hiatus, I am back with a vengeance! Thanks everyone for all your patience, likes and reblogs during my lazy period!

Ch. 21: Lord Asriel’s Welcome

Lyra found Lord Asriel in a room whose wide windows overlooked the frozen sea far below. There was a coal fire under a wide chimneypiece, and a naphtha lamp turned down low, so there was little in the way of distracting reflections between the occupants of the room and the bleak starlit panorama outside. Lord Asriel, reclining in a large armchair on one side of the fire, beckoned her to come and sit in the other chair facing him.

I tried something a little different this time… it’s ink wash on bristol board. 

Also I just love Asriel because he don’t give no fucks about anything or anyone.

Ch. 20: Mortal Combat

There was one ritual yet to perform. Iorek sliced open the dead king’s unprotected chest, peeling the fur back to expose the narrow white and red ribs like the timbers of an upturned boat. Into the rib cage Iorek reached, and he plucked out Iofur’s heart, red and steaming, and ate it there in front of Iofur’s subjects.

Ch. 19: Captivity

Sitting on the throne was the biggest bear she had ever seen. Iofur Raknison was even taller and bulkier than Iorek, and his face was much more mobile and expressive, with a kind of humanness in it which she had never seen in Iorek’s. When Iofur looked at her, she seemed to see a man looking out of his eyes, the sort of man she had met at Mrs. Coulter’s, a subtle politician used to power. He was wearing a heavy gold chain around his neck, with a gaudy jewel hanging from it, and his claws—a good six inches long—were each covered in gold leaf. The effect was one of enormous strength and energy and craft; he was quite big enough to carry the absurd overdecoration; on him it didn’t look preposterous, it looked barbaric and magnificent.

She quailed. Suddenly, her idea seemed too feeble for words.

But she moved a little closer, because she had to, and then she saw that Iofur was holding something on his knee, as a human might let a cat sit there—or a daemon.

It was a big stuffed doll, a manikin with a vacant stupid human face. It was dressed as Mrs. Coulter would dress, and it had a sort of rough resemblance to her. He was pretending he had a daemon. Then she knew she was safe.

This piece was a lot of fun to do! I haven’t painted in quite awhile. Watercolors with ink over them.