The Skydragon

Irina Skydragon (Ирина дракон небесного) is the #character I’m playing in a #5e #dungeonsanddragons campaign. She’s a #kalashtar #celestial #warlock of ancient nobility – #skydragon because in Chinese mythology the greatest of the dragons is a celestial being, although she speaks with a Russian accent. When fresh out of #spells she uses a Yklwa (pronounced YICK-ul-wah) which is a short spear with a long blade or her 16 charisma to talk her way behind someone who is not so squishy.

Regarding process? I created her during the moments in between the #rpg and the close-up came later (this morning). I couldn’t #render her during the game last night because of an old computer and the video/audio feed of Roll20 (think Zoom for nerds) would not play well with a graphics hungry program. #new #utilitarian #art #portrait

Ascension

Ascension – Working title, okay, the title, because I’m lazy. What’s it mean? It’s a representation of time, sin, and absolution. If one can visualize that all time streams, past (a burning of an innocent), present (an exotic dancer), and future (I haven’t related the mech, it just looks futuristic) exist in the same space simultaneously, this is my take on it. It’s really either an esoteric exercise or a shifting of my thoughts throughout the #creation process, as my moods influence me as the moon influences the tides. Originally, I wanted a create a silly scene, a witch on a stripper pole (I’m a dude, 🤷‍♂️). It then became like a quasi-religious thing against the evils perpetrated on innocents over the millennia. Then I lost the plot, but it looked cool. For some reason while I was working this I was listening to a couple Murakami songs on repeat, including современная жизнь (a lot), Честности нет, 364, & 0 Km – so there’s your process. #new #artwork in the #wtf school of #art

Disinclination

Znamya had no interest in getting involved in the partisan wars raging through the once peaceful land. Traveller after traveller came and went, unable to convince the giant to intercede in the affairs of of the little people. He had retreated to the outer lands as reactionaries spilled into public squares, each accusing the other side of being the worst form of evil, while failing to see their own reflection in their poisonous words. It was not his place to make them see past their respective fishbowls, so, as ballots turned to ballistae he was content looking at the sky and telling each and every one exactly where they could take their politics.

The Ruin

“Kle’itu led the #offworlder to what loosely translated in her language as ‘the #ruin of man’, or, as the strangers had mistranslated, ‘wealth of the people.’ Far out in the #desert it lay, where the mother-ground bleached herself before the twin suns. It was a ritual for the seed-carriers to survive the ancient #temple – and doing so would earn them a place in Ginosean society. Why the offworlder was so interested, Kle’itu did not know.”

I saw something interesting yesterday that fed into #art I’ve been doing for a while, called #bodyscape #artwork – a form of #fantasyart which I decided to combine with #scifi

I actually finished it last night but it was late, so I rendered it this morning.

Random tags: #women #digitalart #alien #landscape

Fey Nightlife

Silly title, I’m at a loss. This is a continuation of my #Fairy / little people #artistic binge (it’s out of my system, I think). This is what happens to your #phone when you are asleep after a #night on the town. It’s why your #lighter (if you’re into that) is drained, your battery dead, and you’ve dialed your last crush, but swear you didn’t, when you awake the next morning.

There’s actually two pictures. The darker one is the original, but it was impossible to see the cool stuff in the background, so I lit things up. #art #digital #new #modern

Midnight Outside the Tavern

(Continued from yesterday) They are nocturnal,” Magnus thought as he watched the #seagulls while absently blowing #smoke rings. He had stepped out, mainly to get away from Amalia and her obsession with Rollo. He was a good fighter and a capable adventuring companion, but the darkness of the grudge was growing against him. “What does she see in him?,” he wondered as a muffled cheer arose in the #tavern behind.

#digital #fantasy #art I did overnight while waiting for the Orajel and Motrin to kick in. It just finished rendering.

Midnight in the Tavern

Rollo hated when the elf made him pose for the soul-stealer gem. For some reason, she liked hanging out with ogres, he in particular. He just wanted to drink, the tavern was good for that, even though it was full of dwarves and humans. “Smile!,” she chided, snapping him out of his musings. Her hair smelled good, he thought, as he tried to pull the corners of his mouth upward.

“Let Us Play“

Gracefully, like a cat after it’s prey, she glided about the darkened rooms. She could hear the beating of his heart and smell the richness of his blood; she knew exactly where he was hiding. As she walked around the ancient, magnificently carved dining table, she smiled. “There you are, Father,” she said gently, “Don’t fret, your friend were quite the feast and I honestly couldn’t drink another drop.” He was fervently muttering the Vade retro satana sweat pouring from his brow. “Come now,” she cajoled “We all know your faith in the cross is not that strong, you’re a man, after all.” She looked towards the window, the last rays of the sun were setting on the day. “We’ve all night together, so, as they say in your canon, ‘Let us play’,” adding subconsciously, “with our food.”

I like creating the story, then the visual representation of it. It’s not a form of art per se, combining writing with art, but it passes the time.

Woman | Warrior

I like moody settings so the challenge for me is #lighting – this is another of my too dark to see #digital #paintings that I threw a #filter on to bring out the #beauty contained therein I forget the #title but I’m always changing them anyway, so…. #art #illustration #drawing #render #woc #fantasyart #adventurer #warrior