"T.E. Lawrence" or "Desert Stars”
Lawrence was a babe, just sayin.
my latest project in digital art was a master work portrait/landscape/whatever. I chose Gustav Klimt for the artist I was to mimick (cause he’s frickin awesome!). As the title refers, T.E. Lawrence (a.k.a. Lawrence of Arabia) as my subject.
The original drawing is the 3rd pic which came off as really boring to me as far as composition goes. I tried redrawing it but I just could NOT drawing anything good yesterday. But i decided to scan the original drawing and duplicating and all that junk on photoshop! :’D
I was up till 5 AM this morning (hour 1/2 of sleep lol) working on it, but it was worth it for sure! I can’t wait to see how the print came out tomorrow morning (we had to email our teacher the file so he could get big prints of our project at costco)!
that is impressive and kind of awesome and I need to process it
Adorable illustration by artist Melanie Amaral.
T.E. Lawrence’s funeral bier is now used as a dessert table at the Moreton Tea Rooms. I don’t think T.E. could have asked for anything more!
Photos for the upcoming paperback edition of Seven Pillars of Wisdom - The Oxford Text
-Minor Writings (A substantial collection of Lawrence’s published articles and introductions, brought together conveniently in a single volume)
-Translations from Arabic, French and Greek (Including The Odyssey and The Forest Giant)
-'The Mint' and later writings about service life
1962 playbill for the play “Ross” based on the life of T.E. Lawrence, written by Terence Rattigan and starring John Mills.
Not my auction here.
You can find a full script from the play here.
Letter from T.E. Lawrence to friend and fellow author H.M. Tomlinson, author of All Our Yesterdays.
… . An introduction by me would only do harm. Twice I have ‘introduced’ books and lived to regret it. It holds the smoky glass of oneself between the writer & his readers. Really it is ignoble and should be resisted. All the same it is hard to resist … To harden my heart against the temptation to repeat this sin, I set a bough above my head a determination (blessed fifty-five times and thrice regretted) not to write & sign—ever—anything again. You are a writer, born and inevitable. I am not. Writers are not like the rest of people: they feel, & put on paper, and have a certainty of goodness about them. Alas: they are to be envied. I just drool on & on, wanting to do something intangible, and good only at tangible things, like floor-polishing, or painting, or filing bits of metal.
I re-read ‘All Our Yesterdays’ about a month ago, with the knowledge of your letter behind me, and saw at once that what made me miss parts of it lay in our situations. You are indignant because the generation (of which I was a detail) died in the war: and we are not indignant, just because we died. The sacrifice hurts the by-standers more than the victims … It is by itself as a war-book, which is to be distinguished: in that it doesn’t really love the details and dress-furniture of fighting. All the others mix regret into their pictures. You hate it all. They call the others anti-war books: and the young airmen in camp gloat over them and say ‘My god, to think that we missed all that.’ Your book is so hot with anger all through that it prevents people liking it. I think that is honest & good of you: yet it will have reduced its sale. / I hope you will make us, some day, a quite clean happy picture book: something quite English and vulgar, with a laughing zest of life in it: about people who do not over-think and over-feel….