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 orContinue reading “Madame Tia”
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.
She’s a staple at the Renaissance Faire. A European beauty, noble and fair. She’s a lady, an enigma with an infectious smile, whose presence calls for a lens, any lens, to capture.
She waits on the shores of the Siren Sea, opposite the Fields of Unformed Desires. Her song calls to the pirate vessel that she will captain across the mists of the cerulean waters. Full disclosure, the pose/idea is based on a photo (not mine) taken of a friend on whom I’ve had a school-boy crushContinue reading “Sea of Dreams”
She’s seen the fall of the Dodo, the discovery of the Whalefish, the wholesale destruction of her kingdom. She’s battled the the trawlers, the whalers, and the dumpers. She bears the scars of an ocean in peril, of currents in collapse. She is the queen of the deep, the last Mermaid queen. Note, this couldContinue reading “The Mermaid Queen”
First came the odd lights at the window, then movement in the kitchen by the rear door. she knew not if it were British regular or beast, just that it was not welcome. She fired at the movement, but was unsure if she hit it. With little time to reload, she separated the bayonet fromContinue reading “The Visitor”
I really don’t have anything artsy or insightful to say. I just wanted to create something with the single source strong light, and am ambient light, which was used a lot in Dutch / Northern Renaissance paintings. She’s bloody, she could use a shower, but she’s survived. Here’s the close-in.
This digital art (because what else would it be) started because I was listening to the song of the same name by the Mission UK, off their Carved in Sand Album. Extrapolating from there, I looked up the idiom, butterfly on a wheel, and found that it originated from Alexander Pope’s 1735 poem “Epistle toContinue reading “Butterfly on a Wheel”