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Comics
“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot
First Inked and Coloured Page of My Graphic Novel
I am currently at work on a graphic novel recounting the siege of Quebec and the Battle of The Plains of Abraham in 1759. After drawing out a 60-page sample section in pencil, I have begun the process of inking and applying watercolour to it. This is the first completed page, featuring the Marquis de Montcalm, commander of the French army in North America.
“Entrenchments 2015” – Live Drawing Performance Video
In the spring of 2015, I was Artist in Residence at Wait-te-Ata Press of Victoria University of Wellington, New Zealand (with funding from the Canadian High Commission in New Zealand). While there I participated in “Entrenchments 2015”, an initiative of Dr. Marco Sonzogni (Director of the New Zealand Centre for Literary Translation), and of Dr. Sydney Shep (Director of Wai-te-Ata). Along with the New Zealand author and graphic artist Sarah Laing, I was invited to create visual responses to texts originating from or dealing with the First and Second World Wars. Among my assigned activities was the creation of the “daily dispatches”, a series of fifteen-minute live “visual response” to a daily twitter feed associated with New Zealand’s WW100 project, which tweeted extracts from the wartime diary of Lt. Col. William George Malone, the commander of the Wellington Battalion of the New Zealand Expeditionary Force during the Gallipoli campaign of 1915. The drawings were executed in whiteboard marker on a glass panel in front of a live audience and a stop motion camera. Two years later, a composite video of these performances put together by Warren Butcher is now up on Youtube:
Joan of Arc

Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
As she came riding through the dark;
No moon to keep her armour bright
No man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, “I’m tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear you talk this way,
you know I’ve watched you riding every day
and something in me yearns to win
such a cold and lonesome heroine.”
“And who are you?” she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke.
“Why, I’m fire,” he replied,
“And I love your solitude, I love your pride.”
“Then fire, make your body cold,
I’m going to give you mine to hold,”
saying this she climbed inside
to be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and high above the wedding guests
he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.
It was deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and then she clearly understood
if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
but must it come so cruel, and so bright?
-Leonard Cohen, Joan of Arc (1971)
Posted in illustration, painting, watercolour
Tagged burning, fire, joan of arc, leonard cohen, songs of love and hate
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Two Lounge Chairs
I recently acquired a Epson V6oo scanner, which means I no longer have to pay to get my colour scans done at the copy shop, and can now post watercolour images -such as this watercolour class exercise- that I had previously deemed not quite scan-worthy.
Posted in illustration, painting, watercolour
Tagged epson v600 scanner, lounge chairs, moon reflection, moonlight, poolside, watercolour
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Kamakhya, The Goddess of Desire
On the Western outskirts of the city of Guwahati in Assam, India stands the temple of Kamakhya, dedicated to the Tantric goddess of desire. Its origins are associated with the story of Sati, the first consort of the great god Shiva, who immolated herself to avenge an offense against her and her husband on the part of her father. The grief-stricken Shiva took her body over his shoulder and set out upon a dance of cosmic destruction (tandava) throughout the Heavens. To pacify Shiva, the god Vishnu sent his discus Sudarshana to cut Sati’s corpse into 51 parts, which then fell to Earth. On the site upon which each of these body parts landed, a shrine known as a Shakti Peetha was established, to be dedicated to various forms of goddess worship. As luck would have it, The genitalia of Sati landed at Kamakhya, which is now an important pilgrimage site for Tantric worshipers.
Tagore in Delhi Airport
On my way back from Silchar, India, where I participated in the Anuvad Arts Festival (more on that to follow), I had an 8-hour layover at Indira Gandhi International airport in Delhi, where I read the poems of Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) and scribbled some drawings inspired by them on the blank spaces in my flight information printouts. 
Gitanjali 50
I HAD GONE a-begging from door to door in the village path, when thy golden chariot appeared in the distance like a gorgeous dream and I wondered who was this King-of all kings!
My hopes rose high and methought my evil days were at an end, and I stood waiting for alms to be given unasked and for wealth scattered on all sides in the dust.
The chariot stopped where I stood. Thy glance fell on me and thou earnest down with a smile. I felt that the luck of my life had come at last Then of a sudden thou didst hold out thy right hand and say ‘What hast thou to give to me?’
Ah, what a kingly jest was it to open thy palm to a beggar to beg! I was confused and stood undecided, and then from my wallet I slowly took out the least little grain of corn and gave it to thee.
But how great my surprise when at the day’s end I emptied my bag on the floor to find a least little grain of gold among the poor heap. I bitterly wept and wished that I had had the heart to give thee my all. Continue reading
Posted in drawings, illustration, Poetry, sketches
Tagged anuvad, gitanjali 42, gitanjali 50, gitanjali 74, india, indira gandhi international airoport, rabindranath tagore, silchar
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Legends of Lake Orta
January 31st marks the feast of Saint Julius, the 4th-century Greek preacher who is credited with bringing Christianity to Lake Orta (Lago d’Orta), a Northern Italian lake near where my Italian side of the family lives. When San Giulio arrived the the area, he decided he wanted to build a church on the island that sits in the middle of the lake. When he tried to find a boatman to ferry him over, however, he found that all the locals were too scared to do so, on account of the dragons and serpents then inhabiting the island. Luckily San Giulio was able to miraculously sail to the island on his cloak, whereupon he smote all the pagan beasties and laid the foundations of the basilica that still sits on the island now known as l’Isola di San Giulio. When I was in Italy last summer, I painted this watercolour for my little Italian cousins depicting an imagined moment in which San Giulio vainly attempts to preach the Good News to the island’s reptilian inhabitants, before giving up and deciding to just go ahead and smite them all instead. 
However, it appears that one of the island’s original inhabitants was able to escape San Giulio’s holy massacre. This was the creature known as l’Orchera, the Ogress, who reputedly fled the island and took refuge in a cave on the mainland, known as “Il Bus de l’Orchera” (the hole of the Orchess). At some point in the seventeenth century, a gigantic vertebra was found in this cave, and it seems likely that this bone belonged to the Orchera or to another of the island’s monstrous first inhabitants. In the late nineteenth century, a villa was built over the site, but the cave was preserved and incorporated into the house.
In October of this year, the local branch of the FAI (Fondo Ambiente Italiano) organized a visit to the Bus de l’Orchera, as well as to the sacristy of the Basilica di San Giulio, where the famous bone is now held. On the initiative of my cousin Chiara, the organizers agreed to display my painting within the cave for the duration of the tour (photo by Chiara Vigoni).
It was only at this point that I found out about the legend of the Orchera, which is far less known than that of the dragons and serpents. I was then inspired to create a watercolour depicting the traumatized Orchera taking refuge in her cave following the destruction of her island home.
Monte Rosa, the second highest peak in Italy, is visible in the distance.
To see some of my sketches of Lake Orta from two summers ago, click here: https://julianpeterscomics.com/2015/07/22/lake-orta-sketchbook/
Posted in painting, sketches, watercolour
Tagged bus de l'orchera, dragons, FAI, isola san giulio, lago d'orta, lake orta, orchess, saint julius, san giulio, serpents, villa curioni-mazzetti
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