c:Alice in Wonderland a Comic Book Illistration

A discriptive story-board for a comic book illistrator


fade from edges in lighter pastels

With mother gone for the afternoon Alice was at a loss for something to do. She wondered the large English house old brown beams thatched roof, good sized but not mansion, shrubs around back door three quarters the height of the door, and onto good size terrace of blue stone type terrace, nicely landscaped with herbs, stone steps to crush stoned horizontal path with English perennials’ and knee high stone wall defining terrace and lawn and into the back yard garden.

Alice (alone) held one arm cross her slender 11 yr. oldish body on the verge of becoming a nice looking woman well proportioned as she walked. The other arm propped at a 90 degree with elbow heavily locked against the opposing wrist wrapped around her front. Her head caulked just a bit so her mid-back length dirty blonde hair, parted messily down the center almost contained with a blue band, strands slightly apart hangs just off her head. Index finger slowly twirling a strand of hair while she’s lost in thought. Her dark eyes glaze just a bit against a white pasty English skin that shows a bit of shine but more wonder than porcelain doll like. An oval face with a nicely formed chin structure giving just a bit of girlish pudge but not enough to show. Eyelashes barely move but almost appear to be fake in their blackness and size but remain in proportion if not just a bit oversized. In her traditional black flats and afternoon jumper of blue neck ruffle like Queen Elizabeth closing off neck but with slight “V” shape at neck center black trim along top of ruffle, with white apron bib strap around neck.

she slowly moved with a fluid motion but not entirely aware of where she is going. The darker green properly trimmed boxed hedges rise just above her 5’-2” frame with evenly spaced breaks exposing a rose garden beyond of deep reds and pinks. These were formal rose gardens clipped and clean.

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Not so much a garden as a large tract of grass leading to a slightly more dense forest of at first beach trees with wide large round trunks, light graying splitting bark. At least 20 feet round and 1000 feet tall if a foot. Dull light green leaves formed like slender spades but in the hundreds of thousands rustling quietly and lending a slight shimmer in the afternoon high cloud light. The beeches large bracket like roots just melding into the trunk at least two feet up the trunk. The beeches branches long and swooping as a saucer to a length of fifty feet. From a distance it is a large and smoothly formed sight as an aged soldier against time living 100’s of years.

Alice wonders toward the beeches down a slight pitch in the grass and an opening between the branches just 4 feet high and dark further on.

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Alice bends slightly from the waste and slowly moves the few branches covering the opening to the side with her right arm while curiously looking into the darkness with crooked neck. Her hair hangs off her shoulder as she peers in

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In the understory of the tree the branches are wide apart and easily climbable with their swooping grey arch’s acting as stairs placed just right for climbing but not evenly, they had to be one foot in diameter as they hit the ground only to become a bit more slender further out. A home within the tree to be sure with amber drying beech leaves as a carpet but little else save a branch or two, just ahead one swooping branch just touches the ground before it begins its journey back toward the sun some30 feet away at the edge of the tree canopy a flat light gives a mat tone to colors. The trunk as the security and safety monitors a girl lost in thought and wonder might need.

A few steps in Alice sees an open space and looks up and around with wonder arms at her side a moving head to end up seeing far ahead a more dense section of the trees understory but it is to far, dense and dark to see what is there.

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She hears a rustling to the right side and quickly spins on her right foot her skirt twirling as if at a dance and coming to a stop at the end. Her left foot follows and stops her as her hair follows to stop on her chest. Eyes wide and moist she spies a rather large rabbit some 25 feet away (same frame) some four foot tall not fat not skinny a rather average shape, grey and dirty white fur longer than one would expect and almost kept but with an air of casualness and not caring, big eyes and black nose with long whiskers, a white snout with upward pointing tendencies, mouth almost disappears in lower snout region, straight upright ears pointing up but leaning back slightly due to motion standing upright but at a slight angle as he moves quickly forward left leg out, large oversized gold pocket watch with short red lanyard and oversized watch hands. The watch wider and winder protector are particularly oversized in the left hand and long brown cain with gold headpiece in right. All motion is forward with a stiff back (think New Yorker) as he says “Late, I’m Late!” in a decidedly anxious and irritated way. Its large feet with exaggerated toes not in proportion to its height and stately air about itself almost hide the English vest he’s wearing with cotton tail sticking out at the bottom of the vest.

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Standing slightly forward with legs slight parted an astonished Alice puts one hand to her mouth as a megaphone and calls “for what!, What are you late for?” The Rabbit (in background) but closer to his goal does not reply but maintains his haste for the darker region of the beech understory looking at his watch saying “I’m late, I’m late.”