You know what? I really love how it came out ^^

And now a description I've promised you:

The idea is based on a poem by Thomas Gray (look below) and because English is not my mother tongue while reading it (in English) I had to check some things in a dictionary and some things may be unclear for me... But! That allows me to interpretate the poem in a different way than others
something like that...

What's more - I've invented my MA theme/subject: I'll choose few poems from the tones I'm in love with and illustrate them. Since it will be the traditional printing, each of the illustrations will probably take me hell long time but I don't care Actually, I've already picked 5 poems and the one by Thomas Gray is one of them. So this illustration is a sketch or a prototype for the final version.

Another thing - this illustration is for *childrensillustrator's monthly theme 'Angels' :3

It's also my entry for the contest held by *Enchantedforest 'Mythical Dreams Contest' which you can find here


Thomas Gray
ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT,
DROWNED IN A CHINA TUB OF GOLD FISHES.

1. 'Twas on a lofty vase's side,
Where China's gayest art had dyed
The azure flowers that blow,
Demurest of the tabby kind,
The pensive Selima, reclined,
Gazed on the lake below.

2. Her conscious tail her joy declared;
The fair round face, the snowy beard,
The velvet of her paws,
Her coat that with the tortoise vies,
Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
She saw, and purr'd applause.

3. Still had she gazed, but,' midst the tide,
Two angel forms were seen to glide,
The Genii of the stream;
Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue,
Through richest purple, to the view
Betray'd a golden gleam.

4. The hapless nymph with wonder saw;
A whisker first, and then a claw,
With many an ardent wish,
She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize:
What female heart can gold despise?
What cat's averse to fish?

5. Presumptuous maid! with looks intent,
Again she stretch'd, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between:
(Maligant Fate sat by and smiled,)
The slippery verge her feet beguiled;
She tumbled headlong in.

6. Eight times emerging from the flood,
She mew'd to every watery god
Some speedy aid to send.
No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd,
Nor cruel Tom or Susan heard:
A favourite has no friend!

7. From hence, ye beauties! undeceived,
Know one false step is ne'er retrieved,
And be with caution bold:
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes,
And heedless hearts, is lawful prize,
Nor all that glisters gold.


watercolours + pencil (from ) + latex (from ~Kasiarzynka) + brown paper A3
08 III 20

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