Title: Beggars Can’t be Chaucers
Material: Oil on canvas
“By God,” quod he, “for plenynly, at a word, Thy drasty rymyng is nat worth a toord!”
— Geoffrey Chaucer
With style and mood nicked from manuscripts and cathedrals themselves, an ecumenical visit to Canterbury is here shown with Geoffrey Chaucer himself in his own tale, confronting faceless beggars. The soaring vaults (top 12 of the painting) describe the vertical, bigger-than-man sense one experiences in an ancient cathedral. The rendering of figures in old manuscripts looks so amateurish to our eyes, that even horses (difficult to draw in the best of times) resemble toys, so I took the next logical step and turned Geoff’s into My Pretty Pony, which serves to lend levity to such medieval ponderance.