My vision of the character ‘Smaug’ from J.R.R. Tolkien’s ‘The Hobbit’.
Pencil sketch, coloured digitally on IbisPaint X.
Here is a passage from The Hobbit describing Smaug’s appearance: “There he lay, a vast red-golden dragon, fast asleep; thrumming came from his jaws and nostrils, and wisps of smoke, but his fires were low in slumber. Beneath him, under all his limbs and his huge coiled tail, and about him on all sides stretching away across the unseen floors, lay countless piles of precious things, gold wrought and unwrought, gems and jewels, and silver red-stained in the ruddy light. Smaug lay, with wings folded like an immeasurable bat, turned partly on one side, so that the hobbit could see his underparts and his long pale belly crusted with gems and fragments of gold from his long lying on his costly bed.”
The Green hairstreak. Couldnt decided between backgrounds, after a bunch of fun with a hair extension and paint... and getting paint on the walls, floor, desk, tv screen, laptop, bed, Joey the lot
*writes a few words, masticates a few more he found reading Doctor Who books*
An ode to the more saccharine yet saltier tasting things in life. Faff and fluff aside, find your own meaning folks.
There's a moment in Black Panther where Michael B Jordan's character steals an African mask from a museum. When the other character with him asks why, he says "I'm just feelin' it." The mask he grabbed was VERY cool, and I kind of wanted one, too. But, short of stealing things out of museums, I guess I'll have to draw them. If you click on the image, you'll see a full spread of them.
It's Weinerman Sam with his weiner schnitzel fam,
Putting sausages to bed like a good fam-i-ly man.
Doing ev'ry thing he can just to get them into bed,
For a restful night of sleep in a warm bun made of bread.
I animated this one. In the Invention Room, monsters that live under the bed are grown. On one unfortunate day, this one escaped with a very clever plan.
They'd get in your Fridge at 3 A.M. Sharp. They'd take the lids off of your Brickle-of-Bart. Anything, everything, that had a cover, would get robbed at night by a lid singing brother.
