Kingfisher air hostesses really interest me these days. The last time I was twiddling my thumbs in the security check lobby of the airport, I saw this entourage of red-clad women whisking themselves across the busy airport like it was a runway or something! Hey, this is not to say that I find them distasteful or anything, but they're so visually loud that I can't keep myself from sketching them! ha! I wanted to try working in different layers in this illustration. I chose to keep the original background of the sketchbook with the drawing, but rendered the character in photoshop. I know that the graphic airplanes look rather static, but it worked out okay for my pun.
Kingfisher air hostesses really interest me these days. The last time I was twiddling my thumbs in the security check lobby of the airport, I saw this entourage of red-clad women whisking themselves across the busy airport like it was a runway or something! Hey, this is not to say that I find them distasteful or anything, but they're so visually loud that I can't keep myself from sketching them! ha! I wanted to try working in different layers in this illustration. I chose to keep the original background of the sketchbook with the drawing, but rendered the character in photoshop. I know that the graphic airplanes look rather static, but it worked out okay for my pun.
Call it a very accurate ventilation of emotions but I sketched this when I was on my third day of train-travelling back to Assam, I had precisely the same expression on my face!! Jokes apart, I have always been quite fascinated with the willow tree that pops up quite often in any nature poet's vocabulary. Wordsworth, Keats, Frost all pay homage to this legend that stoops at the sheer weight of its majestic branches. It also transpires to such a degree that poeple claim that the tree actually weeps!!! Whatever the case may be, it sure is an interesting tree.
