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~ Mechtild
This post features jan-u-wine's new poem, The Road Back. In it, the Shire is lifted up, as perceived through the senses of Frodo. Jan's poem was actually inspired by a 19th century English landscape called "Twilight", painted by William J. Webbe (for more about Webbe, or Webb, go here). I think it's a magical painting, and deeply Shire-ish. As soon as I saw it I thought, "Frodo walked here, Frodo saw this, Frodo laid in this grass and looked at this sky." I sent a copy of it on to Jan, who immediately agreed and soon began to write.
Twilight is an enchanted time for Tolkien, when the two lights mingle, first the light of the Two Trees, then the light of their fruits, the Sun and Moon. In Webbe's painting, the red of the sinking sun can still be seen between the rocks, but a pale crescent moon hangs above it. This magical light, illuminating the lovingly detailed grasses and plants, rocks and small creatures, creates a sense of hushed wonder. Even the rabbits seem to pause, the owl waits, breathing slowly, taking in the fragrant air, even as it cools with coming night. Perhaps the insects are already beginning to chorus.
I actually tried to make this painting into a Frodo manip, using a full or partial figure of Frodo from a screencap, but the resolution of Frodo in mid-distance shots is just too muddy to match the crisp detail of the Webbe image even remotely. It could not be done, or not by me. Still, I want to show you this painting, an image of the Shire as I live and breathe. How I would like to see it in person.
William J. Webbe's "Twilight":
Although I could not make a manip out of the Webbe, I still wanted to post a Frodo illustration for this poem, full as it is of Shire imagery. I have come up with two, one to precede the poem showing Frodo striding into the morning sun in a country setting, and one to come after, showing Frodo looking back as he treads a shaded woodland path. Before the manips and poem, I will show their elements and briefly tell of their making, for those who like that sort of thing.
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1. Frodo striding in the morning sun in Aelbert Cuyp's "Landscape With Cattle".
Aelbert Cuyp, the most famous of a family of painters, was a 17th century Dutch landscape artist of considerable renown (for more about Cuyp, go here). I was very sorry I couldn't find a high-resolution file of this painting. Reading about his use of light made me yearn to see the painting up close. As the writer at Wikipedia effuses,Sunlight in his paintings rakes across the panel, accentuating small bits of detail in the golden light. In large, atmospheric panoramas of the countryside, the highlights on a blade of meadow grass, the mane of a tranquil horse, the horn of a dairy cow reclining by a stream, or the tip of a peasant's hat are all caught in a bath of yellow ocher light. The richly varnished medium refracts the rays of light like a jewel as it dissolves into numerous glazed layers. Cuyp's landscapes were based on reality and on his own invention of what an enchanting landscape should be.
"Enchanting" is what a Shire landscape ought to be. Even though the image I found on line is small, you still can see the golden light the writer is talking about. Look how it "rakes across the panel":
Aelbert Jacobsz Cuyp's "Landscape with Cattle" c. 1639-49:
When it came to making my manip, in order to emphasize the sense that Frodo is walking in the early morning, I reversed the image. In the original painting, the sunlight is pouring in from the left. The habit of looking at maps is so ingrained in me, however, I automatically think of the left side of a picture as the west and the right as the east. It's silly, I know. Cuyp could easily have painted this scene looking south, so that the east would be to his left and the west to his right. But to my visual sense, east light has to come from the right. So I flipped the image. Happily, in the selected screencap Frodo is already facing the right, walking into strong sunlight. The lighting is so well matched between painting and screencap, it was not difficult to work Frodo's image into Cuyp's painting. After I finished the hand-tweaking, I applied a light paint filter to Frodo (trying to better match the look of the painting).
Source for Frodo image ~ FotR, Sam and Frodo leaving the Shire:
2. Frodo on a Shire path.
Reading Jan's poem, I knew I wanted to show Frodo in the woods as well, in something that suggested the broodier, slightly melancholy undercurrent of the piece. An image of Frodo in RotK came to mind, from the EE Crossroads scene. He and Sam have just seen the sunlit flower-crowned stone head in the grass, the shadows close in again, and they move on. Frodo's face as he walks looks thoughtful but a bit anxious in the frames, but I thought it would read as observant and reflective in a Shire setting. Still-bare Ithilien isn't the Shire, though, especially the Shire celebrated through Frodo's eyes in Jan's poem, so I needed to put Crossroads Frodo somewhere else. I didn't have a painting that would work, but it occurred to me I could use a Shire screencap. So I selected a frame from the "Get off the road" scene in FotR, a view of the woodland road dappled with sunlight, took the hobbits out of it (painting in substitute scenery with the clone brush), and imported Frodo from the scene in Ithilien.
After tweaking the colour and lighting to get a match between the caps, I worked with the lighting and colour of the joined images to make the woods shadier, darker, and cooler. But it still looked like a screencap. I wanted it to look more like an illustration, so I applied a layer of watercolour "traditional" to the entire image. I also cropped it, so that the focus was more on Frodo looking back at the path behind him, the Road winding back into the curling mist. I wanted to evoke a sense of Frodo looking back not just at the path but what he's been through, where he's come from, even if he's now in the Shire, treading a familiar woodland road.
Source for Frodo image ~ RotK EE, the Crossroads:
Source for Shire background ~ FotR, just before the Black Rider appears:
The Road Back
by jan-u-wine
Broad as summer,
the light as I set out;
brand-hot and golden
the cloudless sky.
The Road
takes me,
feet threading the fine
cool
fabric of dust-coat,
the scent of trees
and little green grasses
rising,
the far-off voice of a stream,
twining its busy-slow way
about the grey gleam
of sleepy
rocks.....
The Road
and
the day
narrow,
until my feet
end
upon spears
of emerald grass,
Road-ribbon
vanished
beneath
earth-fragranced, wide blades.
Sun's-set laces grey fingers
upon the sky-path,
soft, ebbed blue
spilling to pink'd amaranth,
faded green
woven about spilt-gold.
An ice-slender moon,
its water'd lemon
smiling,
fragile-curved,
floats
upon the widening cloak
of night.
Fog-fingers of cold
wind
from the earth
below my feet.
Somehow,
this
touch,
cold and immediate,
shocking and familiar,
comforts me,
holds me to this place,
the rocks' time-worn faces
blurring
in the velvet smudge of dusk.
Not even the compass'd, ragged
wings
of the black night-birds
frighten me,
overlaid as they are
by the queries
of an owl,
grey-brown neck-ruff
proof against the cold,
yellow-orange eyes
intent as an arrow
upon his prey.
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There is a certain
debt
I owe,
a debt of remembrance
to a
brace
of coneys.
It will not be of large consequence,
I think,
if Master Aiwë
should prove dismayed in his hunt.
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Upon the morrow,
I waken
in my small bed.
The sunlight is fair and clear,
the heavy thrum of bees
*gardening*
leaks through thin window-glass.
I smile.
Only a dreme,
odd
and
warm
and
strangely
welcome.
Only a dreme,
the edges of it
stitched with down-feather'd memory,
the boundaries of it
dun-fur swaddled
by the soothing
arms of time.
Tables of Links:
~ Frodo Art Travesty LJ entries (manip presentations).
~ Album of all Frodo Art Travesties (a gallery of images only—be sure to enlarge images after opening).
~ All entries featuring jan-u-wine's poems.
~ Mechtild
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http://www.victorianweb.org/painting/webbe/index.html
I thought his 'Twilight' painting had a strong PreRaphaelite influence. :) It's beautiful, very dreamy and mystical, I love the light! It has that 'super-real' effect the PreRaphaelites strove for.
Of your two manips, I particularly love the one of Frodo walking into the morning sunlight. His image blends seamlessly into the original artwork, just lovely. And I love how Frodo is depicted here. Whether it's one of his many pre-Quest walks, or whether he's leaving the Shire with Sam and Pippin, or whether he is on his way to the Havens, he looks strong and determined ... and somehow wistful. This is one of the images of Film Frodo which conform completely to my image of Book Frodo. I wish now we had seen more of this Book Frodo in the films. The films are wonderful, but they're not perfect. ;)
Hmm. I really like this manip, Mechtild. :)
In the screencap of Frodo and Sam leaving the Shire, it looks like the crow perched on the scarecrow behind Frodo is actually perched on his head, LOL.
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The Webbe: actually, I put that link in the post, but under the artist's name. But perhaps I need to say something like, "read more about Webbe here", and put the link under the "here". That's what I usually have done. ETA: I went ahead and made that change, Pearl.
I really do love that Webbe painting. And while I can see his relation to the Pre-Raphaelites in terms of style, I can't picture most of my Pre-Raph guys painting purely a landscape. A landscape in which to put a subject, yes, a woman (or a goat, like Holman Hunt), or a larger pictoral narrative, but a landscape as such, a picture with no people, no tale or moral or allegory to illustrate. In that he reminds me of the Renaissance Dutch and Flemish masters, not so much the landscape artists who depicted complete scenes, but the ones whose paintings of faithfully, almost reverently rendered patches of turf, vases of flowers, or produce spread across a table cloth can make me weep.
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the edges of it
stitched with down-feather'd memory,
the boundaries of it
dun-fur swaddled
by the soothing
arms of time.</i *sigh* This poem is very dreamlike indeed. Beautiful. The manips are really lovely. You did a great job.
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Looking at your beautiful manips and reading Jan’s beautiful poetry has made me nostalgic.
the scent of trees
and little green grasses
rising,
the far-off voice of a stream,
twining its busy-slow way
about the grey gleam
of sleepy
rocks.....
Hi there! Did you just change the first picture?
--Estë
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P.S. Yes, I did change the first image, the "teaser" (it's all that shows when people are scrolling down the friend's list). I thought it was more luminous and gave more of a sense of the larger poem than the dark woods.
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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.
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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.
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thank you, my friends. Now....off with you..and write!
jan
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But I'm so glad you were able to see this! What a tonic to see Frodo striding into the sunlight like that. I can almost see and hear him take a big, refreshing breath of the Shire morning air. Jan's poem, ah, it's a painting in itself. She's an artist.
(P.S. great choice of icon!)
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Thank you!
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Maybe they did pose for me... :D
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This is how you must feel walking in the sun in the Shire.
The second one makes my heart beating faster, it looks a little bit dangerous. There is rustle to hear, the wind is blowing slightly and the upcoming danger is palpable somehow.
Wonderful works, mechtild.
Jan's Poem is breathtaking. She's very gifted, isn't she. She catched up the moments, Frodo's thoughts in a way only she can.
"Only a dreme,
the edges of it
stitched with down-feather'd memory,
the boundaries of it
dun-fur swaddled
by the soothing
arms of time."
This IS like a dream, so so so beautiful. *happy sigh*
Thanks to both of you, my friends.
You made my night. And I know exactly what I'll be reading in bed tonight...
*hugs you both gently*
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