Joanne Renaud

Joanne Renaud is a graduate in illustration from Art Center College of Design in Pasadena, California. She currently lives in New York, and is agented by Tugeau2. Recent clients include Simon and Schuster, Random House, Houghton Mifflin, Harcourt Inc., McGraw Hill Glencoe, Mazer Creative Services, Delta Education, Zaner Bloser, Trillium Publishing and Astonishing Adventures Magazine.

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Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happy Valentine's Day with Belle and Gaston

Sometimes reading fanfiction can be a relaxing break from work (or trying to get work, as is often the case with freelancing). For some reason, I felt in the mood for reading Beauty and the Beast fanfic; and when I saw a recommendation for the fanfic of TrudiRose, who wrote about everyone's favorite swaggering heavy Gaston, I thought, "Sure, why not?"

Well, I was really pleasantly surprised. I was not too fond of the character of Gaston beforehand, but such was the author's skill that I found myself actually getting personally invested in what happened to him. In fact, if you're in the mood for some good fanfic, check out Picture This and Man of Stature -- both by TrudiRose at fanfiction.net. Both stories are smart, entertaining and compulsively readable, and they treat Gaston's character quite differently in both. Check them out-- you won't be disappointed!

Then, for the hell of it, I decided to do some fanart of Belle and Gaston. So here they are:



It was a challenge to draw Gaston realistically, since in every screencap I found he's mugging more than Brian Blessed. DID SOMEBODY ORDER A LARGE HAM!?









As for Belle, I couldn't stand the idea of drawing her in her generic peasant outfit and ponytail, so I put her in a simple but fashionable robe a l'anglaise from the late 1770s or early '80s. Her hair is loose and flowing, like the Gainsborough portrait of the Linley sisters.

Belle definitely seems to fit into the 1780s, I think. I can just see her in some small village in Poitou or elsewhere, sitting under a tree, reading Rousseau's Julie and sighing over the love of Julie and Saint-Preux. And then Gaston would come and annoy her. I am sure he would make plenty of disparaging remarks about Rousseau and other such wild, radical authors, while eying her bosom.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

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