Whew!!! About 50 hours of work split evenly over line work and color. I think it’s finished ( famous last words)! I’ll check on it again in a few days for any final details... and get some good camera shots instead of phone camera. .... but I’m happy!
The last drawing I actually spent a hot minute on, would like to do that more often! Used a brush with ink and Deleter Manga screen tones, then messed with in Photoshop! Year of the Pig, baby!
Tundra walls reveal a sickened creature on the edge of life. In time of passing, lost to history, but restored in the mentions of Earth. A darkness in last waves, but a reflection on the happiness, the loves of ones life respected and acknowledged.
Sometime last year when I went to my village after a while, some of the buildings I saw were now modern, they no more use mud bricks to build. What I saw was like the mud houses are giving way for the sky scrapers.
Darkness filled with suicidal motions, a death of a little girl, tears in poverty, and madness further. What shivers await? Alien life forms compose a last symphony.
To be taken away, for with sickness unveil a composed struggle within this life. Lad take creature into the hills of forest brew in hopes of a better life. A last glimpse of her, then, nothing.
Dark oceanic blunder focus distance and disturbance fully. Bleeding creature in tears of this manifestation growing. Horrendous branches consume while last thoughts falter, compose this ending formation.
Observations from an expedition to the Houston Museum of Natural Science, which features an incredible paleontology hall. I brought with me a pad of sticky notes, a couple Micron plastic nib pens, a set of Copic Markers, my fanny pack, and some headphones. Prehistoric life has been an infatuation of mine since childhood, and there is something very humbling about drawing in the shadows of these fallen giants.
An image depicting the taking of a mother fighting for her life as she holds her child. In tears while Reaper smiles heavily. Emotional valley weep thorns in their struggle to be together one last time.
(HB pencil on 110mm x 90mm paper) Another of my now yearly drawings that I use for Christmas cards which I send out to various people. As ever, these cards also included its own seasonal tale, which you can read here: http://www.skavart.co.uk/2018/12/merry-christmas-2018-last-nativity.html
The Sunbeam and the Troll. Illustration of famous Finnish song. I draw three versions of it. Top of the drawings is last and then second and first one. I try to catch idea that Sunbeam fairy is more made of light than materia. Pretty tricky to me ;)
”When sun had ended its mission,
The last Sunbeam
Was left behind her sisters for a moment.
The dusk was settling on the grounds,
A Sunbeam with golden wings
Was just about to fly before it,
But she saw a small Troll come across:
It had just risen up from his cave.
See,a Troll before the twilight
May never live on earth.
They were looking at each other
The Troll in his chest
Felt an odd flame.
He said:"You are burning my eyes,
But never in my life
have I seen something so wonderful!" It doesn't matter that your brightness will make me blind
It's easy to wander in dark.”
For the last day of Inktober, I drew a pumpkin with black india ink on orange paper. I had never done an Inktober challenge before, and I really liked it! I'm definitely doing it next year, too. I got very good ideas for new projects, I played with different textures and colours, and I used a calligraphic pen to draw, which I had never done before and which I loved.
