I haven’t been sketching and drawing as much lately, being mired in so much work, both in and outside of school. But I’ve still been thinking, and I’ve been reading a lot. Every chance I get, I put in my Airpods and play one of my audiobooks. I’m currently going through an history obsession with […]
Past a point I lose all patience with a sketch, and I think I hit that point at an OK moment this time. It’s complete enough- not as polished as I would do it if it were for a client, maybe, but good enough.
One way to procrastinate and put off actually writing an essay is to sketch/ design illustrated covers for it, I guess? This is a sketch/ work in progress for Edgar Allen Poe’s ‘The Fall of the House of Usher, one of the texts I’m considering doing my essay on. I hope it’s spooky/ Gothic enough, […]
Ever since I was very young, I’ve had a soft spot for fairy stories without happy endings- sometimes even those with explicitly bleak or tragic endings. Since these tales are usually written for children, this sort of story is hard to find. I’d known of some Hans Christian Andersen ones, of course, and thought myself […]
Character sketches for Prince Jeorgil, exploring reference photos and mixing them up to think through what this dude might look like.
This is Princess Juliara Reid, from the story I’m working on. This is one part of the story I’ve got alll figured out so it’s really exciting to explore character visuals for it. The first drawing is her without her disfigurement/ blue-green scars, when she’s Illusioned to look as she would without them. The second […]
Starting to ease back into daily practice, soft and slow, using the tools I love best and keeping things small and simple. This is something I doodled when listening to a very sad song (thanks YouTube), and for some reason it made me think of parents saying a final goodbye to their only child. I […]
He watched Juliara climb onto the back of her young dragon, scarcely larger than a fledgling, and knew his last hope for returning home was about to fly into the horizon and forever beyond his reach. He’d pressed the token of his fathers into the girl’s hand, in the desperate hope that it might preserve […]
What Liora lost in the Massacre is what she would spend the rest of her life searching for, and never really find. She would never quite recover the family and community she lost, nor what little innocence the early years of even a Rishvik life was graced by, from a time before she had words […]
Hers was not a name I had encountered among any of the royalty, male or female, for it meant truth. Not one who serves the virtue of truth in the Gods’ names, not one who speaks truth in wisdom, not truth allied with nobility or faith or trustworthiness: but simply, Truth, in all its harshness, […]