Oh Richard, why do I keep painting you? I can’t ever get you right! You ever work on something, and while you’re working on it you’re thinking “This is awesome!” and then when you’re finally finished you step back and “Aw, crap” and only see flaws? Yeah. And then, my cat Seamus decides to give his critique by jumping up on my desk and planting himself right on Richard’s face. Little Tudorist bastard.
I based this one on a combination of the reconstruction and the old portraits, since it seems odd that all of them have brown wavy hair and grey eyes. There has to be something to that. I went looking for a contemporary description of the man, and could only find remarks that he was skinny. Really? No one could be bothered to say “Oh, by the way, he had black hair and brown eyes?” (unless I missed something). I wanted to incorporate the white boar somewhere, but forgot it until it was too late. My husband and I discussed how to do it, and I decided that in the next one he could be petting a little boar curled up in his lap, Blofeld-style.
Also, I wimped out on the chain of office. I HATE CHAINS OF OFFICE. Dude, just wear a crown. Maybe next one will be him all tricked out in regalia, purple robes with gold pineapples, powderings of bogy shanks and all. Damn, my kingdom for a Polaroid of that.
aww I like it! I like his chain and hat brooch, & the colours
Thanks, hon:) I never see him with a rose of York, and he always seems to have a ton of red going on, so I got creative with it:)
Oh Richard, why do I keep painting you? I can’t ever get you right! You ever work on something, and while you’re working on it you’re thinking “This is awesome!” and then when you’re finally finished you step back and “Aw, crap” and only see flaws? Yeah. And then, my cat Seamus decides to give his critique by jumping up on my desk and planting himself right on Richard’s face. Little Tudorist bastard.
I based this one on a combination of the reconstruction and the old portraits, since it seems odd that all of them have brown wavy hair and grey eyes. There has to be something to that. I went looking for a contemporary description of the man, and could only find remarks that he was skinny. Really? No one could be bothered to say “Oh, by the way, he had black hair and brown eyes?” (unless I missed something). I wanted to incorporate the white boar somewhere, but forgot it until it was too late. My husband and I discussed how to do it, and I decided that in the next one he could be petting a little boar curled up in his lap, Blofeld-style.
Also, I wimped out on the chain of office. I HATE CHAINS OF OFFICE. Dude, just wear a crown. Maybe next one will be him all tricked out in regalia, purple robes with gold pineapples, powderings of bogy shanks and all. Damn, my kingdom for a Polaroid of that.
