THE WYRD BLOG OF JOSEPH SCROBB

Illustration, Story Telling, and Wondering

 

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March 28, 2017

 I completed a second 'rough' attempt at a page from a possible Cock Robin book. The text was done fairly lazily just to work through one way of incorporating it, but I'm discarding this layout as too unwieldy, particularly for the context of a small 'pocket size' book. 

The image was painted with my usual watercolour, ink and gouache. 

March 24, 2017

Above is my initial attempt at a Cock Robin design, started a couple of months ago and never finished. I became very dissatisfied with the image, I think the composition is too static and overcrowded, the Robin and Sparrow become a bit lost, and had I painted them in, that would only be exacerbated. I think I also put too much work into the leaf border and the thorns. 

 Now this is the starting sketch for a new version of the same image, much more compositio...

March 24, 2017

"Who killed Cock Robin?" "I," said the Sparrow,
"With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin."


"Who saw him die?" "I," said the Fly,
"With my little eye, I saw him die."


"Who caught his blood?" "I," said the Fish,
"With my little dish, I caught his blood."


"Who'll make the shroud?" "I," said the Beetle,
"With my thread and needle, I'll make the shroud."


"Who'll dig his grave?" "I," said the Owl,
"With my pick and shovel, I'll dig his grave."


"Who'll be the p...

March 19, 2017

"At a springe-wel, under a thorn 
There was a bote of bale, a litel hire a-forn, 
There beside stant a maide, full of love ibounde, 
Whoso wol seche trewe love, in hir it shall be founde"

- Anonymous middle English verse, 14th Century

Spring Tide - "At a sprynge wel under a thorn...


Based on English folk-lore and a particular bit of 14th century verse/poetry. Though no melody is recorded with the original text, I've found it very pleasant to sing aloud to a...

March 6, 2017

When the Sun lay in the earth,
I set my heart there deep beside,
that the sinking of a sacred light
portended doom should swift betide;
and so it fell, and filled that space
within my chest; and all inside
was drowned by dread it seemed;
to think my heart must now abide
in earthen tomb, yet still to hope;
for neither heart nor sun have died,
and though I might not make it so;
to see a dawn at least, I tried.

March 6, 2017

Welcome,

This is the new web site and blog of me; Joseph Scrobb, (formerly known as Joseph Coyle and Larpin Scrobb).

The site will focus on recording my ongoing artistic practice and further creative endeavours. Featured here will be my past illustration and the work I produce as part of my Masters Degree in Fine Art at Aberystwyth University (between the years 2016 - 2018), and the main page will also serve as an expressive blog space, for the sharing of my...

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