An old sketch of Javert. Not much else to say, except that it’s pretty rare that I draw Javert at all, so I guess I was in the mood for some old guy features just then. That happens to me from time to time…….and I usually just draw Qui-Gon Jinn and the feeling goes away again, lol. Now I have a few saint characters who are men of, ahem, a certain age, so I’ll have all the old guy features I want from now on.
Don’t think I used a ref for this one…except maybe the passage where Hugo describes Javert.
(P.S., I just signed it and dated it, like, yesterday, but I promise, it’s probably three or four years old at least. ;) I just wanted it to have some kind of date on it, for future reference.)
When Javert laughed,—and his laugh was rare and terrible,—his thin lips parted and revealed to view not only his teeth, but his gums, and around his nose there formed a flattened and savage fold, as on the muzzle of a wild beast. Javert, serious, was a watchdog; when he laughed, he was a tiger.
She’s so lucky, she’s a star But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking If there’s nothing missing in my life Then why do these tears come at night