Puddleglum the Marshwiggle

Finally finished this one! I’m mostly happy with how it came out, even the background isn’t pissing me off as much as my backgrounds normally do. This month I picked up The Silver Chair, skipping over a few of the others because it’s always been my favorite of the Chronicles of Narnia.  And so I doodled Puddleglum here before class one day and while I hated the sketch, I felt I needed to finish it. I’ve not done Narnia art in so long that it really felt good to do so.
I’ve taken some artistic liberty with him obviously. His nose is supposed to be longer and more pointed but… I suck with those right now. I also added some scales to his body to make him look more froglike. I imagine after his adventure, Puddleglum goes back to his home, eating eel soup and all that just as he did before, but he’s not really bothered by being called an over-enthusiastic marshwiggle.
…which if you read the book is kind of a hilarious statement. He’s a pessimist but apparently a very optimistic one. I’m likely going to do some more Narnia art, at least for Easter coming up.

“One word, Ma’am,” he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. “One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said. But there’s one more thing to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we’re leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that’s a small loss if the world’s as dull a place as you say.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair