Drawing Adventurously (23)

I’ve always been intrigued by the legend of King Arthur. While it’s unlikely that Arthur truly existed, it’s possible the legend grew around a real life king or warrior or an amalgamation of several real life heroes of the Dark Ages. For this challenge, I chose to draw one of the characters of Arthurian legend:

The Lady of the Lake:

Father to Daughter

I was feeling off the last couple of weeks and I didn’t know why. Yes, there is a massive change on the horizon of my life, but I am processing that methodically. This was something else… Then it hit me when I posted the photo of me with my father for Cee’s Black and White Challenge last week —it’s been ten years since I lost him. It was February of 2009.  

I was blessed to be a beloved daughter, and Papa was my first hero. I called him Papa instead of Dad or Daddy —his choice, he wanted to be different. He was a story-teller, too. I marvel at what a vivid imagination he had.  He made up a whole series of adventures involving our neighbor’s cat:  Mopsy, and another one with a little old man and a cuckoo clock that always saved the day. And most of the time, he made them up on demand: “Tell me a story, Papa!” I remember traveling in Scotland with my parents when I was about six years old and passing a desolate stretch of land with these strange formations: bigger than mounds, smaller than hills. As we drove along, Papa made up a story about how it was a “Giant’s Graveyard” and the events that led to all the giants dying. Alright, that’s pretty morbid, I suppose, but I remember being completely engrossed in the story and begging for more. Oh, how I wish I’d recorded some of those wonderful tales he created for me when I was little.

He didn’t live long enough to see me become a writer. He would have loved knowing that he passed that ‘gift’ on to me. It’s just one of the many ways that I am my father’s daughter.

The Year Of Drawing Adventurously – Week 35: Fairytale Character

Following the chart to 52 drawings this year.

The story of Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty) is included in Grimm’s Fairy Tales, but it’s origin is much older. It’s earliest version appears in the Perceforest, a tale of the fictional origin of Britain with loose connections to the Arthurian Cycles. This narrative was composed between 1330 and 1344 AD by anonymous authors.

The general story is that a wicked fairy, excluded from the christening of the infant princess Briar Rose, places a curse on a spinning wheel so that Briar Rose will prick her finger and die. A good fairy discovers this plot and while she cannot undue the curse, she is able to mitigate it such that Briar Rose will fall into a deep sleep rather than die. She will only be awakened from this sleep by the kiss of a handsome prince. Spoiler alert: it all works out fine in the end. Go figure! Nevertheless, the actual fairy tale is way cooler than the Disney version, trust me. It’s full of symbolism and subtle meaning. So here is my Briar Rose: