Monday, November 29, 2010

When I was a little girl...


My dad once told me a crazy story. He grew up in Fiji, had seven brothers and sisters and they would ride a horse to school every day. Well, some of them rode the horse. I suppose not all of them.

While doing research into imagery of children on horses, I found out about the Mongolian festival Naadam, which includes children's horse racing. Children from age 6-13 train as jockeys for months before the festival, then take part in a race that is 15-30km long, depending on their age (the horses' ages, not the child's). The children sing to the horses as they ride. 

Quite a contrast between my dad and his siblings riding to school and a Mongolian child on a marathon race through the desert. But then again, children will always be children and horses will always be horses. 


Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Beans, beans. My cow for some beans.


This is the first in the series, which I completed second to last.

Here, the old beggar tricks Jack into giving him a cow in exchange for some "magic" beans. What is this fairy tale trying to tell us? It surely isn't a warning against stupidity. A nod to blind faith and belief in the unbelievable?

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

See Jack Run


And here depicts Jack running from the giant.
I made him look a little bratty on purpose. He's no hero. It's a weird fairy tale. Two more image to go...

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Climbing, Always Climbing


Second image in my Jack and the Beanstalk series. Tried to keep it simple, and focus on shapes. Fun to do, thinking about a bean plant that climbs into the sky. But as I researched into bean plants, I realized that they are vine-like, and climb only when they have something to climb. So how was this beanstalk climbing? What was pulling it up? I struggled with that a bit in my image, until I remembered that I was forgetting about an element integral to this story and children's stories in general: magic. Ah, yes, that old magic. Ta-da!

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