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Frodo Art Travesty - The Savoyard Boy, plus jan-u-wine’s “They Say”.

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A New Frodo Art Travesty....


Teaser for “The Savoyard Boy", by Eastman Johnson:






It took frodosweetstuff’s invitation to make a post for “Hobbit Month” to tear me away from my on-going screencap series. It wouldn’t do, I decided, simply to post another instalment. I should do something that could be a stand-alone. I haven’t made a Frodo Art Travesty since last December. I thought, why not? I was only worried I had forgotten how to do it, but I am very pleased with the results.

With the art manip, I am featuring jan-u-wine’s They Say, a narrative poem written from Sam’s point of view as he reflects on Frodo’s condition after their return to the Shire. It will be posted below the manip.


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Ingredients for the Manip.


The painting.

This manip is based on a painting by 19th-century American artist Eastman Johnson (1824-1906). Growing up in Augusta, Maine, he mastered the technical skills to render portrait sketches of his hard-working neighbors in crayons and pastels. When he was twenty-one the family moved and he lived for a brief time in Washington, D. C., where his father had taken an assignment with the government. A year later in 1846 he moved to Boston, where for three years he drew such literary and political personalities as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Charles Sumner. In the fall of 1849, determined to move beyond drawing to painting in oils, he went abroad. The Savoyard Boy was one of his early efforts in oils, but it demonstrates his gifts and skills.

Johnson returned to the U.S. in 1856 and painted again for a period in Washington D. C. He even stayed for a while on the north shore of Lake Superior among the native Americans there (my neck of the woods), before returning east. He opened a studio in New York City, and there established a reputation as an academy painter. His genre paintings of the American scene were highly popular, as were his portraits.

More on Eastman Johnson's art may be found here.




Here is a reduced-size image of Eastman Johnson’s The Savoyard Boy:








Frodo images for the manip (all images shown at reduced size):

The face comes from a screencap from the EE “Farewell to Rivendell” scene. The different position of the head required most of the "brush work", erasing a good deal of the original model's lovely face, then changing the neck and collar area where the new head sat at a different angle.








I am not a very accomplished manip artist in terms of technique. My "art", such as it is, is mostly in selecting the painting and finding a Frodo face that suits it. My idea of a good match is one in which the head and body seem plausible, but, moreover, one in which viewers are drawn more deeply to think about Frodo and his story in new or different ways—according to their own vision—through the medium of seeing him through another artist's perspective.

After tweaking the hue and lighting of the various elements so that they match, I finesse the new image into the source painting using the clone and blend tools, selecting areas afterwards to soften, sharpen, darken, lighten, or to adjust the colour.

For this manip, because the top of Frodo's head is cropped off in the Rivendell frame, supplementary hair was needed. There was too much of it to draw in and expect it to match convincingly, so I cut out “hair pieces” from screencaps in which Frodo’s head was in a similar position, but with most or all of his hair in view. The finishing curls, wisps, and strands are produced by hand using the clone and blend tools.


For most of the top of his hair, and additional hair towards the bottom, I used this image from the "Get off the road" scene in FotR:







For the very top of his hair, I used hair from this portrait by LotR shoot photographer Pierre Vinet:






To produce a better match in texture between the painting's surface and that of the photographic face image, I lightly applied the filter called "pencil: detailed sketch" to the new face, neck and hair.






Meaning of the Manip for Me.


Studying the manip, I was reminded of several strands of Frodo’s story line, but most of all it spoke to me of Frodo after the Quest, when he had returned to the Shire and realised “there’s no going back” to his old life.

Reading the story, it has been (and still is) my impression that although Frodo at first felt euphoric that he and his friends survived, dark things he had experienced did resurface from time to time, more so, perhaps, as his bodily hurts were healed. But I picture the beginning of his marked decline to be when, finally arriving at Rivendell, keen to see his beloved mentor, he finds Bilbo greatly aged and rather disinterested in what he has been through.

Frodo girds his loins to this but then suffers his first anniversary illness when they reach the Bruinen. He suffers again as they pass by Weathertop. I have imagined that he found these incidents disturbing, but also portentious. Perhaps he clutched the white gem not only for comfort, but in recognition: this was why Queen Arwen offered him her place on the ship. Even before he saw the despoilation of the Shire, he was probably thinking things wouldn't be "all right”, after all.


A Tolkien poem that expresses Frodo’s interior state during his darkest post-Quest moments was published in a collection of verse called The Adventures of Tom Bombadil. Tolkien wrote an amusing preface for the book, posing as its learned editor, writing as if the texts were all archaeological finds of great antiquity which he had thoroughly studied and now was introducing to the reader.

Here’s the snippet that applies to the poem in question [emphases in italics mine]:


The Sea-bell], certainly of hobbit origin, is an exception. It is the latest piece and belongs to the Fourth Age; but it is included here, because a hand has scrawled at its head "Frodos Dreme". That is remarkable, and though the piece is most unlikely to have been written by Frodo himself, the title shows that it was associated with the dark and despairing dreams which visited him in March and October during his last three years.

This poem, I think, really was meant by Tolkien to give an impression of what it was like for Frodo during the times of his “dark and despairing dreams”, after he had returned to the Shire. As the Preface's narrator, Tolkien states that the poem is probably not Frodo's own work, but someone (he says) scrawled the title "Frodo's Dreme” on the manuscript—someone who necessarily had access to the manuscript—associating the poem with Frodo and his times of darkness at the anniversaries.

Who was "someone"? Sam? Elanor? A descendant who knew all the lore and studied the texts closely?

In the published story, Frodo seems to have been able to put up a good front. He was the sort who hated making a fuss, and hated being a burden on his friends. And he was good at hiding things. If there was one thing he learned well on the Quest it was how to conceal his thoughts and feelings from others (lest he betray himself or the mission to enemies).

Only at some of the anniversaries does he note he was unable to hide his troubles completely. Unprepared for the March 13 attack at the Cottons', Farmer Cotton finds him lying on his bed in a fitful swoon, obviously suffering. Sam is away, and Merry and Pippin live a long way off. On Oct. 6 Frodo seems a bit odd to Sam, finding him writing in the study, but Frodo believes he maintains his composure, for so he writes. He does not rave or fall into a fever or swoon. The next March 13, Frodo says he carefully and successfully conceals the fit of illness he now expects, because Sam and Rosie are expecting their first child.

From the point of view of LotR, Frodo's malaise is nearly completely concealed. But that his suffering was perceived by someone is implied by the fact that “The Sea-bell” came to be attributed to him, even though he did not write it himself.

The Sea-bell (aka “Frodo’s Dreme”) is a re-working of one of Tolkien’s earliest verse-tales, the story of Eärendil. Eärendil, half-Elven, sails to Aman to plead for aid, only to find the place deserted. In the version that is The Sea-bell, there is no happy ending, as there was in the tale of Eärendil. No Elvish herald calls the poem's speaker to the feast where his plea will be answered, and aid granted. "Frodo's Dreme" closes in a mood of bleakness that has no foreseeable end.

The poem The Sea-bell is quoted in full in this 2006 entry (featuring another Frodo art manip), but for this post I’ll just quote the poem's last stanza. I think this passage best depicts what might have been Frodo's inner state towards the end, or the state he feared he would reach if he did not sail.


Houses were shuttered, wind round them muttered,
roads were empty. I sat by a door,
and where drizzling rain poured down a drain
I cast away all that I bore:
in my clutching hand some grains of sand,
and a sea-shell silent and dead.
Never will my ear that bell hear,
never my feet that shore tread
Never again, as in sad lane,
in blind alley and in long street
ragged I walk. To myself I talk;
for still they speak not, men that I meet.



Jan-u-wine's Poem.


To return to the "someone" who attributed The Sea-bell to Frodo, the likeliest candidate would be Sam, even if what Sam said was recorded by Elanor or a descendant. Sam could invent light verse; canon shows it. With something serious to say, perhaps he could write something this true and dark. Jan-u-wine is a writer who has helped me see how Sam could have known more about Frodo's illness than Frodo guessed.

Many fanfic authors have portrayed Sam as knowing more, if not all, about Frodo’s malaise, a malaise often portrayed as so extreme that not only Sam but the entire Shire knows about it. This I find very uncanon. But the way jan-u-wine shows Sam’s knowing makes sense to me within the story Tolkien told. In They Say, Jan shows very well how Sam could know—without letting Frodo know he knows—that Frodo is suffering. That all of Hobbiton seems to know about it could be a projection on Sam's part, so worried is he for his friend and master, but it could reflect reality. If Frodo became glassy-eyed listening to a farmer go on about his sheep-raising woes, the farmer would probably think it a bit rude and off-putting, but not that Frodo was mad. But if all of these people got together at the inn and compared tales, they might decide Mr. Baggins really had gone "a bit queer", like his cousin before him.

Besides being plausible, They Say is simply a very moving, deftly-made portrayal of the depth of understanding between these two friends who, together, experienced so much. The discretion they show towards each other seems right, and true to Tolkien's depiction both of hobbits and these particular characters. The emotional modesty makes me love them and respect them all the more.

Ah, Frodo. Ah, Sam.

In the manip below I see a too-thin Frodo leaning against a rustic farmhouse wall, as if hoping he might blend in with the scene, appearing to be “just one of the folk”. But his look of ease does not convince, his body slightly stiff, his face agitated and intense. What does he see as he stares? Does his face express the realisation that he is not fooling anyone, that people can sense how cut off he feels from the world that once was his? His clothes are far tattier than anything Rosie or Sam would allow him to wear leaving the house, but I think they enhance the impression of Frodo's inner experience as someone homeless and adrift in a world that seems no longer to know him.


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The source image for this manip was so large I had to reduce it to post FOR this entry. For those who would like to see the full-size version, click here. Be sure to remember to click it open to see the full image (by hovering the mouse over the lower right-hand corner of the image, then clicking the icon when it appears).

Below Jan's poem is a crop of the face and shoulders from the full-size version, just to show the detail.








~ Final version of “The Savoyard Boy”, by Eastman Johnson:








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They Say

~ by jan-u-wine


they say
he
is prone
to dreaming.

I would
that he were...

I would
that dreams
were left him.

they call him mad.

it breaks
more
than my heart
to see their looks
behind his back...

to hear the laughter,

or even the
silence
that falls
into the clamour of the Dragon
should he happen by
of an evening.


it makes me mad....

but

there is naught
I can say....

naught I can do.

I think....

I think

there may be
some truth
to what
they say.

His mind
deserts him.

I chanced upon him

yesterday

in the garden.

Easily, I could have
touched him,
we were that close.

But I did not.

He did not know
I was there.

I bowed my head
and watched
tears
fall from
his quiet face.

his eyes looked
past me,
through me
to where the
Hill meets the sky.

I wonder
what he saw
there,
all bright
with distanc'd
light?

What was it
that called
forth
those tears
to fall
so silent,
so bitter
so careless
upon the ground?

A long while
we stood
together
(and yet I knew
very well
I was alone).

After a time
(I know not how)
I felt him
drifting
back to himself.

I should not like
to startle him,
I should not like
to add to his pain…..

quick-like,
I walk to the other end
of the garden,
to where
the shears lay quiet
against the barrow.

When I
chance
upon him again,
in the midst of diligent
winnowing of errant
roses,
a smile
as bright as the day
greets my efforts.

I proclaim amazement
at his sudden
excursion
into the garden
and pretend
not to notice
that his hand
is not so steady
upon my shoulder.

He will not meet
my eyes
as we speak
of unimportant
things....


how tall the children
of Mrs. Chubb
have grown.....

the sweet tang
of the leaf just
in from Longbottom....

the cold sour
goodness
of the Gaffer's home brew
this year....

the likelihood of an early winter....


It takes me a moment
to know
that I hold both
ends of the twine of this
conversation,
as it were.

He has fallen silent
yet again,
looking to where
a bird
carries twigs
from ground
to airy nest.

I follow his eye……

I follow his thought:

even the bird
has a home,

even

the bird
sings,
happy,
in the sun,
sleeps,
fearless
in the night.

Even the bird.

They say
he is prone
to dreaming.




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~ Detail of face from full-size version of the manip:












Tables of Links:



~ Entries with jan-u-wine's poems.



~ Frodo Art Travesty LJ entries (include discussions of the manips).



~ ALBUM of Frodo Art Travesties (images only).



~ Frodo and Elijah screencaps Main Page of links.



~ Mechtild

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