The sons of Fëanor riding to Doriath to claim their own... and reap a reward of blood. From The Silmarillion by J. R. R. Tolkien.
Watercolour and gouache on Canson Montval paper, 65x32 cm.
I had the idea for this painting last September, and a digital sketch of it has been sitting on my harddrive since then. I've been too afraid to do more with it, but now, over Carnival, I've finally found the time and inspiration to finish it. Total time: Probably 25+ hours. Spread out over four days.
Note #1: Yes, the rider in front is missing a hand. Note #2: From left to right: Curufin, Caranthir, Maglor, Maedhros (yes, he's centre stage - sue me!), Amras, Celegorm, Amrod. Note #2a: Yes, there's seven - I go back and forth with whether Amrod is still around or not. ("The Seven gathered again from wandering" just requires it!)
Beautiful piece of art! As spoke Stanislavsky, "I believe!".
One remark. Unbridled war horses seems to be out of place for me here. I cannot believe that telepathy in combat is better communication device that old good reins. I work with horses almost ten years, and can ride not thinking about is - just thinking "I want to be there", and my body lead the horse in this direction. Elves live longer and have no other transport but horses, they should ride better, without thinking about it at all. And I think, in combat the more you can think about combat, the greater your chances to survive it.
And for horses. Front right leg's placement of buckskin (second from right) suggest that he has a humeroscapular joint (joint where arm connects to the shoulder blade) under his neck, and his elbow is turned outward, not pointed straight back, as should be. Front right leg of big dark horse (second from left) also is turned out in some strange manner. Horses can move their front legs back and forth and to some extent from side to side, not turn its around. Also, if I would be pick holes, good riding horses usually have a smooth legs and lean body. Big puffy muscles and feathered legs is dray and other working breeds' feature.
Daaamn. I missed this when you first posted it, then saw it on your blog and was like "wait when did this awesome thing happen". I am absolutely in love with the color scheme Everything is awesome, but particularly the sky and vegetation. I can't get enough of the golden accents on those weeds.
Also, my common sense urges me to get out of Maedhros' way right this instant. That is one fierce death stare if I've ever seen one.
One remark. Unbridled war horses seems to be out of place for me here. I cannot believe that telepathy in combat is better communication device that old good reins. I work with horses almost ten years, and can ride not thinking about is - just thinking "I want to be there", and my body lead the horse in this direction. Elves live longer and have no other transport but horses, they should ride better, without thinking about it at all. And I think, in combat the more you can think about combat, the greater your chances to survive it.
And for horses.
Front right leg's placement of buckskin (second from right) suggest that he has a humeroscapular joint (joint where arm connects to the shoulder blade) under his neck, and his elbow is turned outward, not pointed straight back, as should be. Front right leg of big dark horse (second from left) also is turned out in some strange manner. Horses can move their front legs back and forth and to some extent from side to side, not turn its around.
Also, if I would be pick holes, good riding horses usually have a smooth legs and lean body. Big puffy muscles and feathered legs is dray and other working breeds' feature.
Also, my common sense urges me to get out of Maedhros' way right this instant. That is one fierce death stare if I've ever seen one.