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WATERSHIP DOWN INKTOBER 19: THERE ARE NO BARGAINS HERE / WHAT IS, IS WHAT MUST BE (and sketch!)

I actually broke out my new pens and gold calligraphy ink for this one and I’m v. pleased.

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“The Black Rabbit spoke with the voice of water that falls into pools in echoing places in the dark.

” ‘El-ahrairah, why have you come here?’

“ 'I have come for my people,’ whispered El-ahrairah.

"The Black Rabbit smelled as clean as last year’s bones and in the dark El-ahrairah could see his eyes, for they were red with a light that gave no light.

” 'You are a stranger here, El-ahrairah,’ said the Black Rabbit. 'You are alive.’

“ 'My lord,’ replied El-ahrairah, 'I have come to give you my life. My life for my people.’

"The Black Rabbit drew his claws along the floor.

” 'Bargains, bargains, El-ahrairah,’ he said. There is not a day or a night but a doe offers her life for her kittens, or some honest captain of Owsla his life for his Chief Rabbit’s. Sometimes it is taken, sometimes it is not. But there is no bargain, for here what is is what must be.’

-Watership Down

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since it was easter weekend I decided to upload the entire series (so far) of my Watership Down vector illustrations

Hopefully soon there will be a series of similar design with a focus on the rabbit el-ahrairah and Lord Frith.
More vibrant shades and warmer colours perhaps….


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“Do you want to talk to me?”

“Yes, that’s what I’ve come for,” replied the other. “You know me, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course,” replied Hazel, hoping he would be able to remember his name in a moment. Then he saw in the darkness of the burrow the stranger’s ears were shining with a faint silver light. “Yes, my lord,” he said. “Yes, I know you.”

“You’ve been feeling tired,” said the stranger, “but I can do something about that. I’ve come to ask whether you will join my Owsla. We shall be glad to have you and you’ll enjoy it. If you’re ready, we might go along now.”

… It seemed to Hazel he would not be needing his body any more, so he left it lying on the edge of the ditch, but stopped for a moment to watch his rabbits and to try to get used to the extraordinary feeling that strength and speed were flowing inexhaustibly out of him into their sleek young bodies and healthy senses.

“You needn’t worry about them,” said his companion. “They’ll be all right—and thousands like them. If you’ll come along, I’ll show you what I mean.”

Richard Adams, 9 May 1920 – 24 December 2016