Michelangelo, I am not

We're back in session in our little city on the hill, so things are busy but good. I have a lot of repeat students this quarter - all smart and good looking - and really like English history. Which is good, because it's ostensibly what I'm going to become and expert in. The desk is working out well, I still haven't gotten myself to the library, but I've got time.

Today, dear friends, I thought I would share with you my craptastic sketches from my research trip. These are al of wood cuts that would have cost me $8 a piece to have copied b/c of the way in which they were bound. My mom is an artist and it's clear from these that I have inherited not a single drop of her skill. Behold my glory:

This was my first, Holy Cankles Batman! Proportion? Who needs proportion! In fairness, most of the proportion on these is pretty bad... but I've butchered an already not so great piece of art. Oh yeah, this is from "a song on the confessionad dying words of William Stevenson" (murdered his parents).


Ho, ho! check out the tits on Jesus! This is a woodcut from the "Wanton Wife of Bath". I think she's looking at Eve through the gates of heaven, but Eve sort of looks like Alien Mr. Burns


These are David and Bathsheba


I love this one, "Pridu's Fall: Or a warning to all English woman". This, apparently is what you give birth to if you are vain and prideful.


This one is probably my best, and the most obvious.


I was hoping my sketching would get better as I went along (it didn't), but I learned an important lesson: Cameras rock, and next time, take graph paper.