Rufus art (+ stories!)
Mar 24, 2017 23:57:33 GMT
Post by terriblethrills on Mar 24, 2017 23:57:33 GMT
S'pose this is the right place for it...
Warning! Long post. Also, sorry about the sizes of the images ;;
This here photo was taken by the man himself. I especially like the random pink tinge. (Theatre lighting?)
So how did this grace the lens of Rufus' camera? Story time!
This is the first drawing I've ever done of Rufus (and suitably the first character I ever knew him as), and in the process of it I came up with the mission to finish it before I went to see Art (for the first time) on the 21st of January so I could give it to him. I managed it on the train to London that day, which is a very legitimate reason as to why I ~forgot~ to take a photo before I lost it to him forever. (For some reason I stayed true to my principles and actually didn't get a photo, which ran the risk of literally losing it forever but I did feel less like a con.)
So Art was brilliant, I met him, he was cool, I got a cute photo where I looked awful but he was actually grinning (not the one you see in my profile picture), blah blah, but it was late when I got back so I took the liberty of waiting till Sunday to tweet him about perhaps, maybe, was it possible for him to take a photo for me?
He tweeted me back in about 15 minutes saying "Will do.", and on Monday morning I woke up to this:
(part of me is eternally disappointed I wasn't awake when he sent it because it'd be like we were texting late at night ahahah... aha...)
So I'm like, "Oh ok, that's fine
" and then later in the day, after watching episode 5 of Middlemarch, I check my phone to see...
and I definitely do not gasp and leap up from the sofa, nor concern my mother calmly sitting next to me, nor take this opportunity to ostentatiously compliment him, no. (//s)
I do earn an incredible response which will probably always amuse me:
But unfortunately, that's it for story time part I. Join me next time, for snakes and pleasure... (not as weird as it sounds, though quite weird)
For now, back to normal art:
Lord M: (this one I ruined by adding pen and I still can't draw the other eye)
Young Rufus eyes:
Bonus! Victoria:
Clive from Dirtysomething:
This isn't really art related but it's ART related, and it happened the date I drew this picture, so...
Story time! part II.
In fair London, where we lay our scene, Rufus has just walked out the stage door after the matinée performance of Art and there's a little crowd waiting for him, myself included. Now of course I'd already been, met him, and got his signature and Tim Key's, so after a few people have talked to him I ~politely~ butt in and ask him if Paul Ritter's doing signings, ofc making sure to let him know I have seen him before and I'm not just being an arse. I expect a straight answer so he can move on because he'd already said he was in a rush, but instead he says he doesn't know and starts babbling on about how Paul is like a sneaky snake 'cause you never know what he's up to and when and where he's going to choose to make an appearance... and I'm so baffled I just sort of laugh and say "Oookk..!" and his rambles trail off as I go looking for Paul and he goes to the next person.
I do manage to track down the snake! tucked away behind the stage door, hiding from all the fans like a grass snake tucks itself between blades of green away from dangerous commotion...
He looks exhausted and grumpy but I get him to sign my programme anyway and walk away feeling like a triumphant hunter, and I'm about to leave but I'm a sentimental idiot so I decide to linger, originally only to spend as much time looking at Rufus in the flesh as possible during which I witness him awkwardly trying to be a model for someone's photography, but I decide to follow my life's motto (which unfortunately revolves around profanity so by the rules, I can't enlighten the rest of you...) and ask him for a "cheeky selfie". He moves in as I get my phone out, and I say something about not liking the original photo I got, and... and he, Rufus Fredrik Sewell, leaning in close, rumbling in his rough, low tones, says, "So the first one wasn't to your... plea-surrre..." and I swear I don't really register it at the time but afterwards I'm running through these scenes in my head and I realise exactly what has just happened: I've just experienced Rufus growling "plea-surrre" right in my ear (you can see how close we were in the photo (I actually didn't realise my hair was touching his face whoops))... I can never imitate it but I think I'll always have it playing in my head; it was true to his quite distinctive voice; a higher lilt in the "plea", a deeper, rougher tone in the "surrre"...
That's about as surreal as it gets, though. I think it sounds better out of context, as simply "snakes and pleasure".
To continue...
Something for Art coursework:
And my favourite! Inspired by this interview: www.bbc.co.uk/drama/shakespeare/tamingoftheshrew/rufus_sewell.shtml
Only... Rufus was basically like, nope, that's wrong; too pretty. So, I attempted to doodle it a little more accurately, the origin of which inspiration can be found by scrolling a bit down his/my Twitter. Thus, the Pie Chart Of The Symbolic Make-Up Of A Young Androgynous Sewell was born:
...which was actually supposed to come out a lot more grotesque, but I suppose I simply cannot imagine an ugly Rufus.
Actually, since people might be reading this a while into the future, here's the link to the thread:
More for my Art coursework:
And that's it! Whew.
Well, I do have others (some actual full body shots, not just headshots!!) but they're either banned because of the booty block (!) or too unfinished as to not look right. I guess I'll keep updating this post with more, though, as they come?
Warning! Long post. Also, sorry about the sizes of the images ;;
This here photo was taken by the man himself. I especially like the random pink tinge. (Theatre lighting?)
So how did this grace the lens of Rufus' camera? Story time!
This is the first drawing I've ever done of Rufus (and suitably the first character I ever knew him as), and in the process of it I came up with the mission to finish it before I went to see Art (for the first time) on the 21st of January so I could give it to him. I managed it on the train to London that day, which is a very legitimate reason as to why I ~forgot~ to take a photo before I lost it to him forever. (For some reason I stayed true to my principles and actually didn't get a photo, which ran the risk of literally losing it forever but I did feel less like a con.)
So Art was brilliant, I met him, he was cool, I got a cute photo where I looked awful but he was actually grinning (not the one you see in my profile picture), blah blah, but it was late when I got back so I took the liberty of waiting till Sunday to tweet him about perhaps, maybe, was it possible for him to take a photo for me?
He tweeted me back in about 15 minutes saying "Will do.", and on Monday morning I woke up to this:
(part of me is eternally disappointed I wasn't awake when he sent it because it'd be like we were texting late at night ahahah... aha...)
So I'm like, "Oh ok, that's fine
" and then later in the day, after watching episode 5 of Middlemarch, I check my phone to see...and I definitely do not gasp and leap up from the sofa, nor concern my mother calmly sitting next to me, nor take this opportunity to ostentatiously compliment him, no. (//s)
I do earn an incredible response which will probably always amuse me:
But unfortunately, that's it for story time part I. Join me next time, for snakes and pleasure... (not as weird as it sounds, though quite weird)
For now, back to normal art:
Lord M: (this one I ruined by adding pen and I still can't draw the other eye)
Young Rufus eyes:
Bonus! Victoria:
Clive from Dirtysomething:
This isn't really art related but it's ART related, and it happened the date I drew this picture, so...
Story time! part II.
In fair London, where we lay our scene, Rufus has just walked out the stage door after the matinée performance of Art and there's a little crowd waiting for him, myself included. Now of course I'd already been, met him, and got his signature and Tim Key's, so after a few people have talked to him I ~politely~ butt in and ask him if Paul Ritter's doing signings, ofc making sure to let him know I have seen him before and I'm not just being an arse. I expect a straight answer so he can move on because he'd already said he was in a rush, but instead he says he doesn't know and starts babbling on about how Paul is like a sneaky snake 'cause you never know what he's up to and when and where he's going to choose to make an appearance... and I'm so baffled I just sort of laugh and say "Oookk..!" and his rambles trail off as I go looking for Paul and he goes to the next person.
I do manage to track down the snake! tucked away behind the stage door, hiding from all the fans like a grass snake tucks itself between blades of green away from dangerous commotion...
He looks exhausted and grumpy but I get him to sign my programme anyway and walk away feeling like a triumphant hunter, and I'm about to leave but I'm a sentimental idiot so I decide to linger, originally only to spend as much time looking at Rufus in the flesh as possible during which I witness him awkwardly trying to be a model for someone's photography, but I decide to follow my life's motto (which unfortunately revolves around profanity so by the rules, I can't enlighten the rest of you...) and ask him for a "cheeky selfie". He moves in as I get my phone out, and I say something about not liking the original photo I got, and... and he, Rufus Fredrik Sewell, leaning in close, rumbling in his rough, low tones, says, "So the first one wasn't to your... plea-surrre..." and I swear I don't really register it at the time but afterwards I'm running through these scenes in my head and I realise exactly what has just happened: I've just experienced Rufus growling "plea-surrre" right in my ear (you can see how close we were in the photo (I actually didn't realise my hair was touching his face whoops))... I can never imitate it but I think I'll always have it playing in my head; it was true to his quite distinctive voice; a higher lilt in the "plea", a deeper, rougher tone in the "surrre"...
That's about as surreal as it gets, though. I think it sounds better out of context, as simply "snakes and pleasure".
To continue...
Something for Art coursework:
And my favourite! Inspired by this interview: www.bbc.co.uk/drama/shakespeare/tamingoftheshrew/rufus_sewell.shtml
Only... Rufus was basically like, nope, that's wrong; too pretty. So, I attempted to doodle it a little more accurately, the origin of which inspiration can be found by scrolling a bit down his/my Twitter. Thus, the Pie Chart Of The Symbolic Make-Up Of A Young Androgynous Sewell was born:
...which was actually supposed to come out a lot more grotesque, but I suppose I simply cannot imagine an ugly Rufus.
Actually, since people might be reading this a while into the future, here's the link to the thread:
More for my Art coursework:
And that's it! Whew.
Well, I do have others (some actual full body shots, not just headshots!!) but they're either banned because of the booty block (!) or too unfinished as to not look right. I guess I'll keep updating this post with more, though, as they come?
! Amazing work! You are so talented! Love your stories. It may be best to have your work in a posted link (like the fanfics) to save space here. PLEASE keep sharing your work. I wish I had a talent gene!
