Instead of languishing in uncertain motivation and inspiration, I've decided to keep this up for as long as the drive lasts. But first, the last-
This is number thirty-six, the last page of the book I put the original group in. If you look closely at the tree, excluding from view the serpentine beast around it, it looks like a halmark card. I'd like to do more with this idea, and I may.
I did a couple of small experiments as a run-up to this modified method. I'm using a few different kinds of ink to get the tree effects, and washes for backgrounds. I'm still getting this method down, here the background is a little on the lustrous side for my taste.
I used oil pastel as a masking agent for the halos. I like the effect. More things like this in the works.
Ahhh, yes. So this began as something very different indeed. A slightly ruined house with a tree growing out of it. The Green ink I'm using here, being acrylic based, got away from me a bit and I ruined it in a most expert fashion. Luckily, india ink as black as inght and will cover up anything, so taking advantage of the one blank spot and what was recoverable from the previous attempt (the bricks and the branch) I came out with this. This also made me think about caves, which are awesome with potential.
One of my initial two experiments featured this bearded old mendicant. I revisited him on a larger sheet here.
So that's where I stand. More in the works. The grim stretch of my personal doings looked up for a minute. But Leviathan shrugs and cities fall and the petty hopes I let myself foster snuff out. How trite. How predictable. It's my own fault. I've made a hale and hearty tradition out of investing myself in a crumbling edifice. I've also built a strong faculty of walking the fuck out. But what the fuck do I care. No one gets out alive.