That time when age finally caught up to the feisty Maester at Castle Black, Aemon Targaryen. He cries out to ’Egg’, his brother once in a while and at one point said, ‘Egg, I dreamt I was old!’
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Not all old people are frail, some are healthy and hearty and incredibly robust and sturdy! At first I couldn’t decide whether to draw Maester Aemon or Jojen Reed, who despite being young, also grew frail as he helped Bran across the Wall to help him find the Three-Eyed Raven. I finally decided to save that one for another Inktober word prompt. I did wanted to draw Maester Aemon and honor the actor who played him, Peter Vaughn, who passed away in 2016.
King of the rot
King of decay
Worlds will end, upon his say
King of the rot
King of decay
Is all you bring, just misery?
Upon my cries i heard him say
“Yes its true, I’m father to dismay”
“Loathe me, hate my ways”
“But look beyond the death”
“You find in my wake”
“I may swallow life”
“I may bring pain”
“But how beautiful is the rose that blooms on the grave?”
“How soft to the touch is the grass, after the rain?”
“I am the king of rot”
“I am the king of decay”
“But i also bring new life to the day” #embracingnightmares
Taken by me - Nguyen Dang Lan Huy. This is a photo I took while on vacation in the wonderful Congo River on August 7, 2020. In the photo you can see the sunset, only two colors pink and orange present in the sky and clouds in in the distance and the river imprinted with the faint island in the distance. This is a photo I took while sailing across the river. I am the copyright owner of this photo, I do not allow anyone to repost my photo without my consent.
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A staggering three votes were recieved, all of which voting for the blue color palette for Elizabeth! It has been decided; Elizabeth will now be blue and orange in all future variations! Thank you all so much for participating! Drawn With FireAlpaca.
you step carefully around the purple flowers blooming sporadically across the forest floor. it is very late at night, and you know that you shouldn't be wandering this uncharted planet on your own at this mysterious hour. but something in the trees beckons you subconsciously. as you begin to clamor up steep, untread areas of the landscape, you discard you burdens--a first aid kit, your water, all the suddenly unnecessary contents of your pack. something primitive roars inside of you. your pace increases; you now feel the shear closeness of whatever you are chasing so starkly. your feet and hands slip as you grasp onto the trunks of trees and throw your feet ahead of you with such purpose. at last, you arrive at a clearing--and there she is. and she is like nothing you have ever seen before. she is not human, far from it, but your passion for her claws at every inch of your insides. she is not like any creature that has walked earth or neptune. she is something entirely different, and you have fallen in love with that--with her.
I have no mouth and I must scream! ink, watercolour, gouache and gold leaf on paper, 75x50cm, 2020, POA. Another artwork created in lockdown. A reflection of and introspection into thoughts and feeling of living during a pandemic.
This is a t-shirt design I did for Vintage Pet Rescue of one of their residents, Violet, who loves eating poop. I used Copic Multiliner SPs and Prismacolor pencils.
Each rose represents each member of the bridal party on the Bride's side. Orange is the Bride herself, ultramarine is me (sister), yellow is the Bride's best friend and emerald is the Bride's sister in law
