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Zela playing and dancing

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Stop watching me, mortal.

Stop watching me, mortal.

Oooh! Pretty! It’s Zela, doing stuff!

I like the one on the left, dancing. Her arms are a bit long… okay, they’re way too long, and her shoulder is too low. But, her pose in general is good, and her sketchy skirt is nice, and her face is just about perfect, and her hair is about three times as long as it usually is, but it’s so pretty… I think I was having a way-too-long-hair thing at this time; I mean, look at Flaer.

The one on the left contains a sort of design for a kalma’eiric violin. It looks a little silly to me now. And she’s wearing a shorter skirt for a change, and her hair is loose for a change… which is rather pretty as well. I like her sleeves the best of all, though. And I get to show off my terrible un-mastery of perspective, as well.

Zela Greets the Sun

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Fanfare!

Fanfare!

This picture was inspired by the first movement of the Red Pony Suite by Copland. I tried the backlight thing, where the light sort of wraps around the figure. It didn’t work so well, and she has terrible ears. Maybe it’s that her head is too small. And by the way, her sword hilt design is finalized; at least it was in the profile avatar sketch and I used it again here. Her hair is too long.

Hero of Violinists

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Sweet sound, sweet smile

Sweet sound, sweet smile

If you can’t guess, I didn’t draw him well enough: it’s Joshua Bell! He plays so beautifully, I believe he’s the best violinist in the world today. I especially like his Kreisler.

Very plain picture, based on a picture either from one of my four CD booklets or his website.

Roderigo – Chilean guitarist

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Music!

Music!

This guy is an entertainer on a BC Ferries ferry that was taking us from Vancouver, where we’d been to visit my (Grand-) Aunt Sets and to see Bard on the Beach, the Shakespeare festival. I don’t remember what we saw that year, but it could have been Twelfth Night or Macbeth or something. Anyway, Mom went and talked to this guy after he was done, and found out he lives in Campbell River. Isn’t that odd. Dad said, while he was playing, that I should do a picture of him, since I had my sketchbook with only a couple of pages left (mostly scribbles of titles from the Provincial music festival). So I did. And I noted: “he had a capo but there’s a baby stroller in front so I can’t see”.