Behave thyself

Distraction

Post mortem

Dona Katherine and her two husbands...

Catherine and Owen in all their ancestral glory

Inter-generational judgmentalism...which can only be expected, really.

Keep away

It was inevitable: I'd kinda been dying to toss Catherine's head around ever since I realized it wasn't attached. 

Henry and self responsibility...

Henry was particularly awesome at taking responsibility for his own actions.  Rock it, Henry!

No good idea shall go unpunished...

Well, that's insightful (referring to Henry VII).

I read Wolsey's quote in an Alison Weir book and I had five light bulbs go off in my head...and then I short circuited.  "No good idea shall go unpunished" is something I hear my dad say (quoted frequently at staff meetings at work) and could almost have been tailored for Wolsey.  Lovely.

Hmm, what else: many thanks to young Sophia who was kind enough to let me get this idea on paper this morning.  It was a noisy struggle on her part but deep down I know she's super supportive of my divided attention.

Sibling revelry

Parental inspriation

I would like to thank my dad for creative encouragement and for helping with finding an appropriate title. *smile*

Introducing: 'The Obscure Afterlife of the Tudors'

Since I started working on the comics, I've gradually found myself thinking in chibis. They populate more and more of my mind, taking over the mental imagery.

And enter the Tudors, a Welch upstart family that took over the English throne for a century plus and threw their dramatic weight around. I found myself wondering how the different family members would relate to one another after death, how their grievances would play out, how they would interact without the pressures and traumas of their actual lives. I've also wondered at the nature of afterlife in general, of course, and I think that one form of afterlife exists as the imagination of the living, "living on in the memories," "living on in the pages of history books," etc, etc. This is my obscure take on the afterlives of the Tudors.

Before I knew it history was cohabitating with my imagination, and here, most humbly…er, no, somewhat humbly, I present the resulting love child.

Urgent disclaimer: I suppose, since I am of a semi-modern 21st century mind imagining all of this, my own vocabulary has seeped into their conversations. What I guess I'm trying to say is: don't be expecting me to adhere to the language of their times; they took up residency in my head, so they get to speak with my vocabulary, limited and vulgar as it is (my inner Eleanor is reeling at the thought). I'm fairly disgusted by liberal licence taken to fictionalize history for the entertainment of the current masses...but that doesn't stop me from hypocritically taking licence myself. Wow, it's refreshing to admit to hypocrisy. *deep breath* Okay, then, on with the show!