Like a lot of women who used to be overemotional girls with meager social graces and a propensity for daydreaming, I grew up loving Anne of Green Gables. For those of you who don’t know (and who are you, anyway?), Anne of Green Gables is about an orphan who is mistakenly adopted by an elderly brother and sister at the turn of the 20th century in rural Canada. If you haven’t much imagination, the story probably sounds pretty dull, but the characters make it interesting — especially Anne herself.
It’s been quite a while since I was obsessed with the Anne books (there are six, plus a few others about her kids that I’ve never read), but Anne is still one of my favorite characters in all of literature. She’s funny and smart and surprising and goodhearted and has a real love for beauty — but she’s also full of faults. For most of the first book, she’s terribly vindictive and completely irrational in the face of her own emotions. She’s judgmental and rash and more than a little obsessed with her own appearance. Even as an adult, she gets caught up in her imagination and confuses idealized notions of love and success for the real thing. Plus, while she loves to tell stories, she’s a pretty atrocious writer, at least at the beginning of the series — unlike her own creator, L.M. Montgomery, she can only imagine characters who are absolutely perfect and perfectly dull.
Anne’s been on my mind a lot lately, so I decided to take a stab at drawing her. She’s very expressive, so I didn’t think I could do just one of her moods.
I’d like to develop at least one of these into a larger piece: the one on the left maybe into something along the lines of this old cover; the other two into more detailed depictions of the scenes from the book that inspired them. You learn a bit about what’s going on in each picture (and see larger individual versions) after the cut.