This is the tenderest and most beautiful scene I can imagine, simply breathtaking. I am astonished over everything, but most especially by the immense and layered emotions you have conveyed through their faces, their eyes, and their touches. It breaks my heart that Hardwicke's Watson and Brett's Holmes never got the chance to have their Three Garridebs moment, but they could never have had a better, lovelier, or truer aftermath than the one you have gifted us here.
I adore the first page, where you so wonderfully begin with Holmes immersed in his agony columns and scrap-booking, having utterly forgotten his own injuries. Watson's gruff insistence on changing his bandages, with Holmes resisting like a naughty child, captures that delightful grousing, bantering-through-complaints, but fundamentally caring and care-giving quality that I loved about this era of the Granada show. And I love that glorious light through the window, which will only grow more numinous and heavenly as the scene develops.
In the second panel, I adore the transition into touch and gentle healing, where we see that all the nagging and stubborn resistance fall away as soon as they make time for each other and submit to this little ritual of medicine and care that they both, without saying so, love. How I adore Holmes's closed eyes and tiny, contented smile as Watson tends to him and he savors the intimacy. And then that sidelong glance to the cane that brings all his worst memories and self-reproaches rushing back.
You have painted it so powerfully as he recalls the wound to Watson's leg and his own powerlessness in that moment. The blinding blaze of the bullet in his mind's eye carries so much emotion, and the deep darkness in his memory that only breaks enough to highlight the details of pain truly shows us his state of mind. You can feel the guilt momentarily overwhelming him. And then the transition between his hands holding the bloodied butt of his gun in misery, to his hands reaching for comfort in Watson's own. And the expression in Watson's eyes as Holmes reaches for him! A little bit confused and apprehensive, but at the same time so tender and filled with unspoken understanding.
The last page is absolutely stunning. The beauty of the light and shadow, the devotion and abandon in their poses, the love shining out of Watson as he softly tilts Holmes's face up to return his kiss. I am just speechless. So, so beautiful. Intimate. Adoring.
This is such an incredible and beautiful gift. I love it so very much. You are an amazing artist, and the story you've told with these images touches me so. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!
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Date: 2019-12-13 06:33 am (UTC)I adore the first page, where you so wonderfully begin with Holmes immersed in his agony columns and scrap-booking, having utterly forgotten his own injuries. Watson's gruff insistence on changing his bandages, with Holmes resisting like a naughty child, captures that delightful grousing, bantering-through-complaints, but fundamentally caring and care-giving quality that I loved about this era of the Granada show. And I love that glorious light through the window, which will only grow more numinous and heavenly as the scene develops.
In the second panel, I adore the transition into touch and gentle healing, where we see that all the nagging and stubborn resistance fall away as soon as they make time for each other and submit to this little ritual of medicine and care that they both, without saying so, love. How I adore Holmes's closed eyes and tiny, contented smile as Watson tends to him and he savors the intimacy. And then that sidelong glance to the cane that brings all his worst memories and self-reproaches rushing back.
You have painted it so powerfully as he recalls the wound to Watson's leg and his own powerlessness in that moment. The blinding blaze of the bullet in his mind's eye carries so much emotion, and the deep darkness in his memory that only breaks enough to highlight the details of pain truly shows us his state of mind. You can feel the guilt momentarily overwhelming him. And then the transition between his hands holding the bloodied butt of his gun in misery, to his hands reaching for comfort in Watson's own. And the expression in Watson's eyes as Holmes reaches for him! A little bit confused and apprehensive, but at the same time so tender and filled with unspoken understanding.
The last page is absolutely stunning. The beauty of the light and shadow, the devotion and abandon in their poses, the love shining out of Watson as he softly tilts Holmes's face up to return his kiss. I am just speechless. So, so beautiful. Intimate. Adoring.
This is such an incredible and beautiful gift. I love it so very much. You are an amazing artist, and the story you've told with these images touches me so. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!