Baby Taran makes me so happy.
Welcome back, everybody!
There's something truly calming about a happy pig.
I agree completely. :)
Few animals ooze contentment so obviously.
"I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals" Winston Churchill
"I love a warm pig for my aching feet."
They are probably pretty good for that!
I love these scenes of Taran's family life. It's really only hinted at in the books--he's always off on adventures, but you know that he had a good life and lots of love because of how much he always misses home, Coll, and Dallben.
You captured that in a very few scenes here. Taran helping harvest very young, so excited about his achievement--and Coll, so proud of him for completing his simple task, ready and waiting to congratulate him with arms open wide.
But I think my favorite is the picture with Dallben in the background. He's so crusty and aloof in the books, but you catch him in an unguarded moment. Taran is enraptured by the wintry world (and in the heat of summer in Texas right now, I miss it!), but Dallben is watching Taran, and he looks so content and happy in Taran's happiness.
Thanks for continuing to draw this. This page in particular came at a time I really needed it.
It’s good to hear from you! And good to know anything of mine brought you a moment of peace. This interlude in the book is one of my favorites for what it evokes in each of them. We all need those moments of sweet and comfortable memories of home.
This is such a beautiful montage of mini-scenes and I love Coll and Dallben's reactions to Taran's child-like wonder at the world and it's so lovely. Baby Taran is adorable! I hope your vacation was nice!
It was wonderful, good to be home though, lots of new inspiration!
Aaugh, wow, this really gets the idea across so well! :')
I hoped so. :)
I've missed you.
Also, dirty little feet radish child Taran proudly showing his find to Coll is such a fantastic image.
Is that not the sweetest? Sometimes these things just draw themselves almost...
Winter Taran looks like he has ideas. I want a flashback to the Epic Snowball War with Cole.
Oh you know that happened. I’ll have to do that sketch.
Turnips, not radishes. Coll is a grower of turnips. ;-)
Lovely page, so glad you're back.
As much as I like the bite of radishes, turnips are under-rated, and easy not to expect to miss - the ultimate comfort food (before the potato). It works on so many levels. I'll bet Mr. Alexander actually thought about that.
As a mood-killing aside - my relatives from the old World are horrified by turnip greens, etc. "Rabbit food" or "goat food", or even "swine food", depending on their mood, but I have been able to explain to them over a couple of decades of their spending months here, that down here in Dixie, the parts that are wormy and eaten away up there (Rome is as far North as NYC, and they're further north and considerably further from the warmth-giving seas that make Wales so freakishly pleasant) survive the bugs and molds and such fairly well, whereas what they consider the whole point of growing the things, the calorie rich root, is what gets the attention of all the multitude of creepy crawlies, slimy burrowers, and fuzzy growths that need the protection of soil to survive the extreme temperature swings of our north-south continent, not to mention our North African level of sunshine. I flatter myself that I've gotten my point across.
That is laudable - though I cannot share the enthusiasm for turnip greens, besides being Dixie bred-and-born. They were not a staple of the Cajun/creole diet I was raised upon, and by the time I encountered them in the soul-food country kitchen of my stepfamily it was too late to appreciate them.
I do love a good roasted turnip though.
What a beautiful page. I have to say I get a little misty-eyed looking at it because seeing Taran doing all sorts of different things as a younger boy and seeing the way the adults react to what he's doing takes me back to a lot of memories I have with my son.
There’s definitely an extra sort of emotional hook in this story when you’re a parent!
Ah, old Coll. Do you know which part of "The High King" saddened me the most when I first read it? It was the death of Coll. Up to this point I had been certain he would return home and spend the rest of his life in peace and comfort, and now it felt like Taran had lost the home he was always looking to for good.
It really is such a terribly sad moment. I re-read this just the other night with my kids and they were all shocked and grieved.