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smile - Golden cart Frodo

Jan-u-wine's "The Road Back", with illustrations (manips, paintings by Webbe and Cuyp).

Posted on 2010.01.15 at 14:04


Lavender Took
lavendertook at 2010-01-18 05:52 (UTC) (Link)
Wow--what the sound of the poem does! Staccato and broken and disconnected in his relationship to daylight and the land--only smoothing as he mentions the river--and what an evocative word is busy-slow. Water he can relate to, and the night--he's reading to leave. Beautiful.

And you've seamlessly worked that image of Frodo into the golden twilight of the painting--it illustrates the opening of Jan's poem perfectly. I love the screen cap of Frodo and Sam in Ithilien, and though I miss Sam's golden head echoing the light of the previous painting, I love the painting you've created. My heart is more with the green woods than the open fields I guess because that's the one I'd rather lose myself in. He looks beautiful in that lush background that you've filled out gorgeously. Thank you both for another lovely post.
mechtild at 2010-01-18 16:39 (UTC) (Link)
You have taken the time to read Jan's poem, I see, and with a word-smith's eye and ear. Hasn't she got a gift? You, too, you describe what you hear so well.

I'm pleased you liked the woods manip. It doesn't have the richness or intricacy of the Cuyp or Webbe, who have provided their landscapes with a wealth of artfully chosen detail not present in the screencap. Nor does it have their magical morning and twilight auras. But I like those shady woods, too. They are cool, refreshing, but also, to me, a bit broody or weighted with meaning, other "woods" imagery shifting around in my brain: Frost's two roads that diverged in a yellow wood, reminding me of Frodo choosing a path that radically diverged from the norm, even if he was partially compelled (by his sense of duty) to choose it. Frost's winter woods, whose dark, hushed mystery called to the aging poet, yet who shook himself (and the reins) and passed on, knowing it was not yet his time. Frodo in these woods, although already backwards-looking, is younger than the poet in either of the Frost poems. Maybe the choice of these woods conveys, subliminally, for I never thought of this until writing this answer to you, my sense that Frodo was not at the end of his life, literally or figuratively, when he left the Shire. My belief has been that while it was a kind of death for him, to leave the world and people he had known and loved all his life, before him lay a world of love and experiences as yet unimagined, with plenty of time to come to know and appreciate it all. Frodo, in this manip's shady green-blue woods, like the traveller on the snowy evening, still has "miles to go before I sleep".

Well, I wandered a bit there, lol. I guess it's because it's sunny here and not bitterly cold, a welcome change.
jan_u_wine at 2010-01-20 04:08 (UTC) (Link)

you two!

Ms Took and Ms Mechtild, I do protest. The images of your own writing, right *here* (puts foot upon the post and taps it fondly)are overwhelmingly wonderful. Now I know why I need never write for mere money: as a form of payment, its worth should never exceed what you've said, the two of you.

thank you, my friends. Now....off with you..and write!

mechtild at 2010-01-20 15:26 (UTC) (Link)

Re: you two!

Howdy, Jan, fancy meeting you here! :)
jan_u_wine at 2010-01-21 02:20 (UTC) (Link)

Re: you two!

it was quite fancy! And a flight of fancy, as well!

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