Today is the anniversary of Jason's death. Tumblr is abuzz with sad quotes, lyrics, pictures and songs, and I too wanted to do something to commemorate my poor, poor Jaybird.
This one here is not a new piece. The lineart is from last year, but even if I tried, I couldn't paint it... efficiently. I laid down the basic colors very easily, and I knew from the start I wanted those ugly, bright red blotches on the bottom right of the canvas. But I kept tinkering with shadows, effects and overall tones, pushing my mouth sideways and never feeling 300% satisfied (like I wanted to be).
So I pulled this out and tinkered and tinkered and tinkered and... I think I made it. Finally. And in time for the commemoration, too. ç___ç
As per usual, this deals with the dichotomy that is Robin!Jason and Red Hood!Jason. And as per usual, I hoarded this one with elements and symbolisms and double meanings and stuff.
Let's have a look at the Red Hood. He's leaning over Robin. Looming. He looks menacing, doesn't he? But that's also the pose of a huge feline protecting its young. He's trapping Robin, but also protecting him, shielding him from whatever is behind them that's shining so brightly, so violently against his back. Is that the past? A truth Jason doesn't want to admit to? A memory? A feeling? Either way, it's something he doesn't want near Robin. He doesn't want it to wake Robin up, maybe?
Robin. Robin looks peaceful. Almost asleep. Unlike the Red Hood, he is (mostly) untouched by the speckles of blood. And the light, that so boldly pound on Red Hood's back, touches him gently, sliding down his cheek. Now look at his hand. It is outstretched, his fingers are held loosely around something... and yet, his hand is empty. Something is missing. Something was taken from him, or he didn't quite manage to reach it or hold onto it. Perhaps it's just a flower, since he's lying on a bed of them.
Those flowers are lilies, either white Star Gazer or Casa Blanca. They symbolize a lot of things: innocence, pride, virtue, devotion, purity of intentions. They also express sympathy. Lilies are actually the flowers most often associated with funerals. They signify that the soul of the departed is innocent, or was restored its innocence after death.
I also played with light and shadows and made the picture unbalances via that gaping white area on top; all of this to make it look as though whatever is beyond, Red Hood and Robin are together, stuck together, one and the same. They are detailed and vibrant, whereas the world beyond is blurry, ghostly. And if you look closely, Robin is also laying in the Red Hood's shadow, but his face is in full light, as though he can't be hidden away.
There's even more hooks and layers to this, I guess. I just have too many Jason *feels*.