a. t. whim

I just saw Sweeney Todd last Tuesday. I loved it so much, I didn’t even mind the pretty boy who was suppose to be a *sailor* or the ear piercing voice of Johanna. Johnny and Helena were so perfect, I could sit and just watch them forever and ever. AND Alan Rickman was just the perfect creepy villain. Musical bloody brilliance. Tim Burton gives such visual eye candy with all his movies, I expected nothing less.

Unfortunately I couldn’t say I shared a love for The Golden Compass. Visually, yes, it was okay. But, for these books in which I hold so dear, I feel like they ripped them to shreds and glued it back together haphazardly. I was so disappointed with the whole film. There wasn’t any of the rank, nastiness that was Iofur’s palace. I didn’t feel the connection and importance of people’s daemons. The beautiful way the gyptians ran as a society was completely dismissed. SO upset by the whole film. I’m afraid of what they’re going to do to the other books. I don’t think I can bare to watch.

To put that film out of my mind, I’ve been rereading the series and appreciating Pullman’s beautiful writing all the more. So I guess I should thank the movie for making me love the books more than I had already. Oh please, if you haven’t read these books already, do so as soon as you can. It would be tragic if you only had the films to glimpse this trilogy’s brilliance.

I’ve painted a few little things. Two of which I finished today, that I love love love.

Mad Alice

Snow White on a pyre of roses…

Both of which I’ll be posting in my shop soon.

The following I did a little while ago.

A Horsey girl to ring in Chinese New Year!

And a girl who’s been shot by cupid so many times, she’s bleeding hearts… poor thing.

It’s still very very very cold here; colder than it has been all year. I think it’s so unfair that it isn’t snowing. Maybe if I wish hard enough….

xoxo