A triptych as my last digital artwork. I’ve run out of ideas and must find something else. The three paintings explore nothing, and maybe have some intrinsic meaning, but in my current state, I got nothing. I think the most fun part was exploring camera techniques, playing with blades, lens thickness and f/stop. Anywho, without further ado….
It’s a triptych, there is no part four 🙂
I was lying on the battlefield, life slowly bleeding out. The sounds of battle faded to the moans of the dying with a chorus of vultures in the background. As the sun set on what was surely my last day in this world, and the cold damp of night settled in my bones, she came … Read more
Somewhere in the waters below her ship, Mary slowly swam forward, in order to reduce the disturbance of the water. She was certain the rain would provide cover, but wanted absolute surprise on the skullduggeries of her mutinous crew. Sword in hand, dagger in mouth, hair floating about her, and a match in her cap, … Read more
I run a fantasy campaign where the world has evolved to the 1920’s. It’s set in New Orleans and has some Noir and Lovecraft vibes. Why? Because I see all these fantasy worlds where they are millennia old, but still stuck in sword play. Anyway, it’s going great so far. Over the last day or … Read more
She’s benevolent, kind, and caring, but don’t piss her off. A doodle for the new week. I feel I may be getting redundant, though.
Photo shoot fantasy digital art.
‘Hold up, fellas!” I yelled. We were clearing the valley hotspot. It was dirty work. Some of the Zekes werefaster and craftier than the others, so we had to watch out when we put them down. The virus had decimated this area, everything was dead. Some of them retained memories, however basic, of their past … Read more
She was no Mary Poppins. You felt it right away, there was something off about her, her elegance, how she smiled eerily at your vampire stuffed animal, ironically above you now – “Hold on,” your subconscious screams, “I’m not even old enough to know what irony is!” You begged them to hire anyone but her, but your mum and dad needed an overnight nanny, and they fell for that Sesame Street accent. “Oh, how cutely foreign,” your mom giggled, “privileged wankers!” Your subconscious meekly raises its hand, but you cut it off. “I know!,” you hiss curtly under your breath. Now, In the dark of it all, you’re paying the price. Plus side? Live forever. Negatives? They don’t make sunblock strong enough for what you’ll become. It’s enough to drive one batty!
Deep in the depths of the dark house a change it coming. She didn’t master it the first time, yet through practice she has gotten the conjugation of the elder god conjuration to work perfectly. Suddenly, a noise and she notices the viewer looking at her.
I’m working through some disappointment today. I reloaded my operation system recently and thought I had saved everything. To my horror, I realized, the location where the years of digital art creation files have been saved, was not offloaded (it was buried deep in the program structure), and so everything I’ve created, all these worlds are no longer living, no longer able to be viewed and modified. In effect, they have become memories, like photos, frozen in time.
But on a positive note, I’m really getting into Space music, like ambient soundscapes, Lauge, Stellardrone, Applefish, et al. It kind of helps with the creation process.
One of the types of art I’ve enjoyed creating is the juxtaposition of adrenaline charged high fantasy, with the cold mundane-ness of reality. I’ve done a few creations to this end. Let’s explore:
The first is, “A Warrior Walks into a Bar.” I created this from multiple angles, because there is a lot more going on than just another portrait.
I did a second take to focus more on the server and her reaction to the impossibility of someone bringing their horse into the bar – which has been done in cinema.
Another cool thing about alternate angles is that it can showcase other players in the scene and what they are really doing, for example, the bartender saying to the Warrior that horses are definitely not allowed in the bar.
Finally, there’s the boredom that any gamer feels when having to ‘adult.’ In this case, our hero can’t wait to get out and slay the dragon, but she has to do the TPS report first.
“The Calm Before the Heresy.” 18×24 #acrylic #painting on #canvas. $300 if interested, which is, mmm, $0.70 per square inch, plus $20 shipping CONUS. That’s a great deal. Prices are sure to shoot up the moment I’m discovered 🙂
I had the idea a couple weeks back, but it really wanted out of my head today. It’s part of my ramp up to #Halloween, the season of #magic – where the boundaries between our world and the #supernatural are at their weakest.
The setting is #Colonial #America, or Europe, suit yourself (as Marty Feldman used to say). A man, walking through the woods, comes upon a scene of #occult #witchcraft, or worship as the old religions call it. You get the rest, burnings, hangings, people succumbing to their basest instincts.
“Everyone knew the war would one day end. It had raged for eons since Lucifer decided he would rather own his house than pay rent. The sides of light and darkness had fought themselves to a standstill. “If only God’s pets could see the ethereal ruin that lay in between their Starbucks and obsession with the Kardashians,” most angels mused to themselves as the conflict went on.
What no one expected, was for the war to end today. No one foresaw that the strongest of the Angels would exercise her free will, just as Lucifer had at the beginning of time. She had grown weary of the routine, the constant pressure of vigilance, of maintaining the balance, and had decided to do something about it. She would become what God loved most – human.
As her wings relented under the blade, tremors shook the ethereal, summoning Lucifer to her side. He loved her, this angel, his greatest threat. He had held her in greater esteem than those braggarts Michael and Gabriel. She, who had fought him to an aeons-long standstill, had earned his respect, and worse, corrupted the purity of his hate with love, however selfish.
She had chosen to become mortal, a contemptible, imperfect, creature that had what all angels desired. Now, the balance had shifted. He had loathed the favorites of God, he had achieved self-actualization through his torment of them – and now she was one of them! Could he go on destroying them? His heart sank at the only conclusion he could reach. The war was over.”