Sweeney Sketches

Oh my, I’m becoming rather addicted to drawing anthro Sweeney… as I continue re-reading The String of Pearls, I find myself doodling all the more… scenes, characters, situations… and I’m actually grateful for the inspiration having suffered such a dry spell recently. These drawings have been clumped together from several pages in my sketchbooks and they are a prime example of my much rougher, quicker work. I’m interested to see where they will lead me.

Lol, I’ve got to say… the sketch at the very bottom of the page, of Todd swinging a mop in some guy’s face is based on my favourite scene… it’s just so darn funny I couldn’t resist! In the scene, Todd is trying to escape from a bunch of thieves who want the pearls he is carrying, and what follows is not hard to imagine…

‘Here was another struggle; and again Sweeney Todd was the victor, but he was hard pressed by those who followed him - fortunately for him there was a mop left in a pail of water, this he seized hold of, and, swinging it over his head, he brought it full on the head of the first man who came near him. Dab it came, soft and wet, and splashed over some others who were close at hand.

It is astonishing what an effect a new weapon will sometimes have. There was not a man among them who would not have faced danger in more ways than one, that would not have rushed headlong upon deadly and destructive weapons, but who were quite awed when a heavy wet mop was dashed into their faces. They were completely paralysed for a moment; indeed, they began to look upon it something between a joke and a serious matter, and either would have been taken just as they might be termed.
‘Get the pearls!’ shouted the man who had first stopped him; ‘seize the spy! seize him - secure him - rush at him! You are men enough to hold one man!’ Sweeney Todd saw matters were growing serious, and he plied his mop most vigorously upon those who were ascending, but they had become somewhat used to the mop, and it had lost much of its novelty, and was by no means a dangerous weapon.

They rushed on, despite the heavy blows showered by Sweeney, and he was compelled to give way stair after stair. The head of the mop came off, and then there remained but the handle, which formed an efficient weapon, and which made fearful havoc of the heads of the assailants; and despite all that their slouched hats could do in the way of protecting them, yet the staff came with a crushing effect. The best fight in the world cannot last for ever; and Sweeney again found numbers were not to be resisted for long; indeed, he could not have physical energy enough to sustain his own efforts, supposing he had received no blows in return. He turned and fled as he was forced back to the landing, and then came to the next stair-head, and again he made a desperate stand. This went on for stair after stair, and continued for more than two or three hours. There were moments of cessation when they all stood still and looked at each other.
‘Fire upon him!’ said one.’

(Artwork © Leona Preston 2008 / ‘The String of Pearls: A Romance’ © Edward Lloyd)