My Bonny

I have on me a crazy sense of mischief tonight.  One of those sorts that you walk into a room and catch a wide, wild eyed person huddled into the corner with huge eyes and a grin that means they know something you don't, coupled with hands over the mouth to cover an immediate attempt of the mouth to tell. 

What me done?  Not tellin'.  I'm fine to giggle lonely.  I told the Russian, he wasn't impressed so fuck him.

Onto bigger things.  I've been working further on my heroine pieces, I've done two since my last posting.  Mr. Morgan found the prior (not posted) as "not your best" and wandered off.  That's really a fuck off way to not get fed.  I've seen his artwork and his stick figures are sideways and frankly crippled, sad for them, but don't fuck off my art.  I am weird about it as it is.  


The latest piece is another Loreena McKennit drill, Bonny Swans.  I think it's swell if you'd give my work (and shitty fucking photo of it, it's detailed madly and quite colorful) a go and listen to the lore of the reason I drew it.  It's really a bummer, like most of my art, but I think I did well to bring it to life as a visual and no it is not yellow in person.... a lot of purples, greens and blue.  My fascination with dead Celtic broads are endless.  I spent a very long time on her, and wish the photo were better.... it's stunning.  I never say that of self.  Please do listen to the below song, it's pretty awesome and explains why I drew what I drew.

Below for the printing lyrics and story.... tis good stuffs!




A farmer there lived in the north country
a hey ho bonny o
And he had daughters one, two, three
The swans swim so bonny o
These daughters they walked by the river's brim
a hey ho bonny o
The eldest pushed the youngest in
The swans swim so bonny o


Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your hand
with a hey ho a bonny o
And I will give you house and land
the swans swim so bonny o
I'll give you neither hand nor glove
with a hey ho a bonny o
Unless you give me your own true love
the swans swim so bonny o


Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
with a hey ho and a bonny o
Until she came to a miller's dam
the swans swim so bonny o


The miller's daughter, dressed in red
with a hey ho and a bonny o
She went for some water to make her bread
the swans swim so bonny o


Oh father, oh daddy, here swims a swan
with a hey ho and a bonny o
It's very like a gentle woman
the swans swim so bonny o
They placed her on the bank to dry
with a hey ho and a bonny o
There came a harper passing by
the swans swim so bonny o


He made harp pins of her fingers fair
with a hey ho and a bonny o
He made harp strings of her golden hair
the swans swim so bonny o
He made a harp of her breast bone
with a hey ho and a bonny o
And straight it began to play alone
the swans swim so bonny o


He brought the harp to her father's hall
with a hey ho and a bonny o
And there was the court, assembled all
the swans swim so bonny o
He laid the harp upon a stone
with a hey ho and a bonny o
And straight it began to play lone
the swans swim so bonny o


And there does sit my father the King
with a hey ho and a bonny o
And yonder sits my mother the Queen
the swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my brother Hugh
with a hey ho and a bonny o
And by him William, sweet and true
the swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my false sister, Anne
with a hey ho and a bonny o
Who drowned me for the sake of a man
the swans swim so bonny o 


Entirely possible I have a hard on for drawing ghosts but here are the lyrics, it's a good story and I love when she calls out her murderer.  I did good.  My next piece is calling "The Making of Medusa"  we'll see how that shakes out.

- DM