The Dollhouse

where interesting encounters happen...

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Yesterday I was sketching two new panels for the graphic novel I am working on and I had a new idea. I was itching to draw something plain and indulge myself in some black and white rotring pen work as a break. It turned out that I had another image for ‘The Orphanage’ and here’s another bit of the story..
Two girls were walking in the garden. It was butterfly season at the Orphanage; a quite strange fact considering that it was getting too cold for such fragile creatures. The butterflies were also looking quite unusual: their wings displayed what looked like a face. The Girl from the Mirror came closer to the Mute girl: “Psst..I am going to tell you a secret..” she whispered. The other girl was attentively listening. The Girl from the Mirror continued: “Shadow Boy told me a story about the butterflies. He said they aren’t just..butterflies, that’s why they look so different…he said when they’re fluttering around they’re bringing messages from people who are lost everywhere..He said he can understand their messages..”. The other girl kept on walking mesmerised. “Shall we go find Shadow Boy?”, the Girl from the Mirror asked. The butterflies were fluttering all around them. 

Yesterday I was sketching two new panels for the graphic novel I am working on and I had a new idea. I was itching to draw something plain and indulge myself in some black and white rotring pen work as a break. It turned out that I had another image for ‘The Orphanage’ and here’s another bit of the story..

Two girls were walking in the garden. It was butterfly season at the Orphanage; a quite strange fact considering that it was getting too cold for such fragile creatures. The butterflies were also looking quite unusual: their wings displayed what looked like a face. The Girl from the Mirror came closer to the Mute girl: “Psst..I am going to tell you a secret..” she whispered. The other girl was attentively listening. The Girl from the Mirror continued: “Shadow Boy told me a story about the butterflies. He said they aren’t just..butterflies, that’s why they look so different…he said when they’re fluttering around they’re bringing messages from people who are lost everywhere..He said he can understand their messages..”. The other girl kept on walking mesmerised. “Shall we go find Shadow Boy?”, the Girl from the Mirror asked. The butterflies were fluttering all around them. 

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I had so much fun drawing old prints style that I did one more.
It was reharsal time at the small Orphanage theatre for those children wearing prostetic legs and arms. Every year in September, under Miss Hamilton’s guidance, they would write a little play for which they would prepare their costumes and where they acted as marionettes. It was the moment when they truly felt special among all the peculiar Orphanage children. No one else among them could use their legs and arms to play life-size marionettes: it was something to be proud of. The Shadow Boy, the Girl with a detached head, the mute Twins, The Girl from the mirror and the others watched in awe. Later on, the small theater would fill with little chairs and the rest of the children would come in..

I had so much fun drawing old prints style that I did one more.

It was reharsal time at the small Orphanage theatre for those children wearing prostetic legs and arms. Every year in September, under Miss Hamilton’s guidance, they would write a little play for which they would prepare their costumes and where they acted as marionettes. It was the moment when they truly felt special among all the peculiar Orphanage children. No one else among them could use their legs and arms to play life-size marionettes: it was something to be proud of. The Shadow Boy, the Girl with a detached head, the mute Twins, The Girl from the mirror and the others watched in awe. Later on, the small theater would fill with little chairs and the rest of the children would come in..

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The graphic novel work I am doing is keeping me so busy that I am barely having the time to draw much else so today I did another sketch. Here’s Oscar and Henrietta from The Orphanage.
All Orphanage children are very peculiar. Oscar is one of them. A boy of few words, he likes to wander in the garden near the Orphanage building, where his big, curious eye is always looking for unusual details. Finding them is one of the things that makes him very happy, along with playing with Henrietta. Oscar struck a friendship with her as soon as he got in the Orphanage. Henrietta was too much for most children there: they found her going through walls and closed doors unnerving. He thought it amusing instead. “Come on, Oscar! Don’t walk so slowly. Let’s go play upstairs”, said Henrietta. “What if we get caught?”, he timidly replied, “The Guardian doesn’t like that”. “So what?!” She replied cheekily “We’ll just stay in the Library for a moment, the time to show you something..”. She ran quickly and reappeared through the wall. Oscar was too curious to say no to her.

The graphic novel work I am doing is keeping me so busy that I am barely having the time to draw much else so today I did another sketch. Here’s Oscar and Henrietta from The Orphanage.

All Orphanage children are very peculiar. Oscar is one of them. A boy of few words, he likes to wander in the garden near the Orphanage building, where his big, curious eye is always looking for unusual details. Finding them is one of the things that makes him very happy, along with playing with Henrietta. Oscar struck a friendship with her as soon as he got in the Orphanage. Henrietta was too much for most children there: they found her going through walls and closed doors unnerving. He thought it amusing instead. “Come on, Oscar! Don’t walk so slowly. Let’s go play upstairs”, said Henrietta. “What if we get caught?”, he timidly replied, “The Guardian doesn’t like that”. “So what?!” She replied cheekily “We’ll just stay in the Library for a moment, the time to show you something..”. She ran quickly and reappeared through the wall. Oscar was too curious to say no to her.

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