Watch Out! when you go to the woods today because the wolves might be having their own picnic! And I'd really rather not lose any one of you.
You remember my Red Riding Hood version from last year whilst in England? Well, consider this the updated one, perfect for this week's theme. So, how about you? What did you consider worth a warning? Sign up below and let us know... before it's too late! :)
Scary, scary ... wow how your colors captured the drama. This is amazing, Micheal. Better than the originals :)
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Wow, Thank you sooo much, Andrea. :) Made my night,
DeleteWow.... I'm feeling scared just looking at your fabulous illustration. Chills up and down my spine. Run, Little Red Riding Hood....Run.......Great job Michael. You are a master illustrator.
ReplyDeleteHee, Wanda. Is that "Run" said like Forest Gump, per chance? Thank you. It took a while--about 3 hours, but all from imagination...as always. I think I will avoid the dark woods too. I mean, I don't even have a bright red anything to wear in case I needed to be found in a search and rescue. Well, OK, I do have some socks! :)
DeleteNicely creepy. I didn't have an idea until last night for this one.
ReplyDeleteYour idea was so clever though, Paula. Well, you know, I had lots of ideas but settled on this also jsut last night...3 hours later it was done!
DeleteHi Michael! :) You already know that I love your design right? :)) Poor Red just never learns her lesson!!!
ReplyDeleteHahha, I love how you say that! "Poor red never learns her lesson!" Well, maybe this is her first venture into the big dark woods! I hope so! In fact, I had fun reading about all the variations of the story from German to french, etc. Some are more dark than others. I like that she is faceless so we can project onto her what we think she should look like, her expression of fear or intimidation or clueless abandon, her age, etc.
DeleteScary indeed! Dark gloomy colours with a hit of red, nice touch.
ReplyDeleteDarkness surrounded her... but she kept walking.
ReplyDeleteGreat illustration. Not the "fairy tale" of kids.
Sitting at the airport - waiting for my flight to a writers' conference in Edmonton Alberta.
Sun shining here - going up to 28 degrees Celsius but when I get to Edmonton it snowed there yesterday and high of 7 and rain. YUCK.
Blessings and thanks for the linkup.
Jansi
I always have to translate when in Celsius these days but yes, that's certainly YUCK, Janis.Yes, it got a bit spookier than I was expecting. I was rushing to get this one done--3 hours later! That is quick for me. I kept thinking of wolves in sheeps clothing which made me think too of how ew can never really fully trust anyone unless we truly know them thoroughly. Kind of scary though that, no? wowza! As it is, I trust everyone at first and most people even so. Only a few over the years have I learned are truly duplicitous, sad to say.
DeleteWell, I love the woods, but probably would never venture out at night, must say...or, hahah, in the day if hot and ticks or mosquitoes are around. Such a city boy still at heart.
So spooky, especially because I live in the woods.
ReplyDeleteActually I wander through the woods most days and rarely feel spooked. You have truly portrayed the feeling of our theme. Fun.
You live in the woods? Well, no wonder you always get that sense of magical charm in your pieces--you are never far from the mystery of the woods and all that folklore. Thank you, Tammie.
DeleteYou really set the eerie mood in this one, Michael....love it! Watch out, Little Red Riding Hood! I hadn’t seen your previous version so thanks for posting the link...loved it too. :)
ReplyDeleteAw, great! Glad you saw that. Yes, that was when we had Creative Tuesdays and you guys were still doing Sunday Sketches. So lovely having you here, must admit. My gain! :)
DeleteWell, I'm scared! Who knows what lurks out there in the woods at night? I'm sure we're better off not knowing, but you've nailed this - she'll definitely have to watch out!
ReplyDeleteYes, I never venture there myself! Well, not at night. haha.
DeleteI've always loved woods - seems we British youngsters (well we were once upon a time!) spent so much more time running wild and playing in such places compared to kids today - most are terrified just leaving their bedrooms with the phone in hand - enough said!
ReplyDeleteYour depiction is quite terrifying Michael - a great Halloween card if you put a pumpkin in the basket!!!!!
Thanks again for your lovely comments - and yes, hope to meet for tea next year!
Mary x
I like the indigo coloring, black would have been too dark.
ReplyDeleteI didn't get to do anything for this week's theme. just a bit too much of work frenzy to really do anything.
have a lovely day.
we have a hatchet, and various other tools, so not afraid of big bad wolf :p ;)
ReplyDeletenice job with the theme, very eerie and suits many of the version of the story :)
Ahhh Michael, I LOVE that illustration! It's one of my favorite fairy tales. May I share my own Red experience?
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time, shortly after I had just moved to a new city, I was exploring a nearby park one foggy morning just after dawn with my dog, Isis who, it bears mentioning was an extremely wolf-like Siberian Husky. As we walked, Isis kept looking off into a thicket of trees that occupied one end. Husky never bark so it was her ears, tail that made me think she was seeing something in the distance. At one point, I turned as she did and caught a flash of red among the dense, ashen trees. We kept walking but I took notice that we were the only ones on the path. . . in the park even. . . that early on a Sunday. The path looped the entirety of the green. So, when we made our way back around to the wooded side, I noticed the flash of red once again. It was now between two of the trees on the opposite side of the woods from where i first saw it. Fog was thick so it was not clear what I was seeing but I knew this. "Red" had moved. It turned out that it was indeed a person, a woman/teenage girl given the size of the cloaked figure and the curls of hair that spilled out from the red hood. We walked, admittedly a bit faster, around the wooded end, which took us past the small playground where I noticed that just one of the three swings that hing was twisting slowly. When the opportunity allowed, I'd peek back over my shoulder. I noticed that Red had turned to watch us. She was facing us, yet still hidden amid the woods/fog. And that, was that. We made it home safe and sound and I never saw Red again in the park. Looking back now, many years later, I often think of it as having been someone who was taking the power of "Red" back from the "wolves". . .
Wow, Nicolas, that is such an intriguing, mysterious story and what a reply too! Love it1 thank you so much for writing it and your visit. BTw, I never knew that huskies don't bark. That's a new one on me too.
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