
Just finished up the below painting and can't come up with a title idea. Can any one help? I think I want forest or key in the title but that's not a done deal. Send along any idea that strikes you.
11x17 acrylic on illustration board.
11x17 acrylic on illustration board.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 700 x 416px
File Size 88 kB
Ooh ooh, "The Last Amazing Grays". It was Peritian's idea, though. XP http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/930241/
I was trying to think what the key could represent, and then I thought, well, the key probably locks or unlocks something tucked away in the forest, and it's a wintry setting.
I imagined the animals might be anxious, excited about something, like an event that occurs once the key is in place. And then when I thought about the turn of the seasons, it just hit me like that. Perhaps the animals are going to see the long, cold winter to its natural ending, and spring is just around the corner. All that needs to be done is unlocking Spring and locking up Winter. Hence:
"The Guardians of the Seasons" ^_^
I imagined the animals might be anxious, excited about something, like an event that occurs once the key is in place. And then when I thought about the turn of the seasons, it just hit me like that. Perhaps the animals are going to see the long, cold winter to its natural ending, and spring is just around the corner. All that needs to be done is unlocking Spring and locking up Winter. Hence:
"The Guardians of the Seasons" ^_^
Forrest Predators on the Fly
Snowbound Key
The Flying Key
White Forrest Running
Key of the Night
Through the Forrest
Key of the Forrest
My favorite: The Key Through Night Snow
Or you could try inputting your own information and generating your own title here: http://www.fictionalley.org/primer/title.html
Snowbound Key
The Flying Key
White Forrest Running
Key of the Night
Through the Forrest
Key of the Forrest
My favorite: The Key Through Night Snow
Or you could try inputting your own information and generating your own title here: http://www.fictionalley.org/primer/title.html
Printa are available as is the oriignal. Contact me at heatherbruton[at]gmail.com if you want to dicuss it.
this is the picture i got in my head when i was reading "Promise of the Wolves" by Dorothy Hearst, very good book.
might make a good title for your painting :)
http://www.amazon.com/Promise-Wolve.....42&sr=8-29
-Raven Wolf
might make a good title for your painting :)
http://www.amazon.com/Promise-Wolve.....42&sr=8-29
-Raven Wolf
"The snow falls... and yet we run... for their sake..."
The picture has me imagining them running for something important.
The one behind the front one seems sad about something.
The birds appear to have some purpose or involvement, especially the one carrying the key.
Running to save someone or something, running away on a lost pack members last request, or simply trying to find something before its too late.
Either way, it has some sort of importance.
Very nice picture that captures a very strong feeling scene.
I can't help but think up ideas around it.
Probably doesn't help the fact I'm listening to instrumentals as I look at it but that name/quote came to mind.
For an alternative perhaps, uh,
"With the birds we ran... with our eyes upon the future in the far off distance"
An ending style one, possibly good ending, be certainly not too bad.
The picture has me imagining them running for something important.
The one behind the front one seems sad about something.
The birds appear to have some purpose or involvement, especially the one carrying the key.
Running to save someone or something, running away on a lost pack members last request, or simply trying to find something before its too late.
Either way, it has some sort of importance.
Very nice picture that captures a very strong feeling scene.
I can't help but think up ideas around it.
Probably doesn't help the fact I'm listening to instrumentals as I look at it but that name/quote came to mind.
For an alternative perhaps, uh,
"With the birds we ran... with our eyes upon the future in the far off distance"
An ending style one, possibly good ending, be certainly not too bad.
Winter's Key
When the nights are the longest,
And the days are the coldest.
Our brother Wolf howls to the moon his mournful song.
He calls his sister raven the key has been gone too long.
We must travel to home of the White Winter King and retrieve it.
When we arrive I will distract him.
Then sister you will fly quietly past him.
While I entertain him with my long mournful song,
Sister you will fly in to get the key but do not tarry long.
He will surely suspect we have done this every winter since the first winter ever.
Then away to the south we run,
Chasing the retreating sun.
We must run all the way to the great doors of spring.
Where you will unlock them, and I shall sing.
Together we will call forth the Green Spring doughtier of the Whit Winter King.
She shall play with flowers in the meadows,
Her brother Golden Summer lurks in the shadows.
And when he comes into his full strength scorching the land.
We will return the key to the Winter King and place it in his hand.
Their mother Red Autumn shall put them to bed. While their Father covers them with a blanket of snow.
This is what the painting says to me.
When the nights are the longest,
And the days are the coldest.
Our brother Wolf howls to the moon his mournful song.
He calls his sister raven the key has been gone too long.
We must travel to home of the White Winter King and retrieve it.
When we arrive I will distract him.
Then sister you will fly quietly past him.
While I entertain him with my long mournful song,
Sister you will fly in to get the key but do not tarry long.
He will surely suspect we have done this every winter since the first winter ever.
Then away to the south we run,
Chasing the retreating sun.
We must run all the way to the great doors of spring.
Where you will unlock them, and I shall sing.
Together we will call forth the Green Spring doughtier of the Whit Winter King.
She shall play with flowers in the meadows,
Her brother Golden Summer lurks in the shadows.
And when he comes into his full strength scorching the land.
We will return the key to the Winter King and place it in his hand.
Their mother Red Autumn shall put them to bed. While their Father covers them with a blanket of snow.
This is what the painting says to me.
your insight is astounding the rest of us looked at this as a line segment of time going foward. you saw this as a part of a circle that was happening and will happen again. i love the concept of children of the Lady and Lord looking foward to the summer. thank you for opening my eyes.
I think Ms. Brutton knew this, the image just talks of this!! Bet she did not put that as title and asked to give it a tittle to see if anyone should come up with this traditional tale, just as you did.
and as Leonatolynx said: this one get's my vote.
Great image, i love her art.
and as Leonatolynx said: this one get's my vote.
Great image, i love her art.
First Winter Run. Unless there is some sort of unmentioned story being depicted in the scene, I see the picture as capturing the contagious sheer joy of the wolves running after the season’s first snowfall that has been communicated to the birds bringing them all together.
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