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Bingo Studies 2: Leaving Lothlorien

I sat for LT again this weekend for another portrait. Here I am re-enacting the scene in which Galadriel just handed me the phial and I suppose I'm a bit verklempt at receiving it, as well as begging her to let me stay and give my ring to any old elf who wants a used ring and promises to take it to Mordor. This drawing took around 4 hours and is ball point pen on 8x10 drawing paper. Click on the pic if you wish to see larger versions.

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Portrait

LT hasn't done a drawing in years, perhaps a decade now, and I know it's been rankling her. So I offered to sit for her this evening, and told her not to bother getting up but to use the ballpoint she had at hand and just go to it. So she agreed, and I posed as I did in the scene of me standing by the Mirror of Galadriel, in a frame near the cap mews1945 posted today. Here's what she came up with:

half the shire, as I was saying

Home is Where the Heart Is, and, Hopefully, All the Other Body Parts With It: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

I'm sorry if I'm a little bleary eyed; I've just been reading the new edition that's come out. I do so enjoy reading about Turin and his emo broody ways. He was quite the definitive rock star of his time, wasn't he? He so liked tearing up the scenery, you wonder if Morgoth's curse really made that much of a difference for him, really. But as frustratingly arrogant as he was, you just can't help feeling sympathy for his bad Byronic self because he really did mean well, and was living in a time before serotonin uptake inhibitors were available. Of course, better taste in head ware might have turned things around for him. And I do wonder if all his name changes were a sign of a dissociative personality or perhaps an escape from bad credit ratings. Still, I can't imagine how woe struck he must have been to have taken on the name, Fred of the Classified Pages. No, that much had to have been Morgoth's work.

And reflecting on recent news, I do have to say that sometimes the idea that death is a gift to mortals makes very much sense. He didn't say exactly who the gift was for anyway. I must remember to make Iluvatar an offering for this.

In other news, can you believe it has been five years since I returned to this very Shire? Well, it has. How turbulent those first 2 years of my return were, and yet marvelous and grand in a some what sick kind of way. Ah, Nostalgia! How the world was changing then without a dressing room in sight, and we were too horrified with fascination to look away, I suppose.

Lately, I am working on my book about the hobbits of Umbar, housekeeping with my smialmates, tending my houseplants--I so wish I had the Gamgee touch with the garden outdoors--it so needs work.

Well, I have a box of Grey Istari's Best and the matchstick Kevin brought to set them off. Who wants to help me light them? Oh, what fun this will be!