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The Lannister Family

Sat, 18 Aug 2012 04:07:13 PDT

If you haven't read all the volumes yet, please, don't look too closely; there are spoilers all over it.
Gel pens + graphics program

Saving the Prince

Thu, 13 May 2010 17:10:26 PDT

Illustration for Hans Christian Andersen's the Little Mermaid

Rythmia

Wed, 08 Dec 2010 11:46:57 PST

Self portrait exploring the theme of health and the emotional response to physical illness.

Tom Baker

Fri, 26 Mar 2010 18:07:52 PDT

Well it took a while to get around to finishing (almost 9 months), but here's the color version of my portrait of Tom and some of his more colorful adversaries. Handy guide to who's who here:

Already started some preliminary work on the next Doctor in the "Rogues' Gallery" series. Maybe I'll do one a year.

UPDATE: Decided to fix up this old piece. The coloring was a bit unfocused, so I dropped in some green filters on everyone but Tom. I'm a lot happier with it now.

Btw, this pic just turned up in an Ain't-It-Cool-News article: [link] Neat, eh?

SS2009: Mucha-style Royalty

Sat, 02 Jan 2010 21:32:48 PST

My creation for the #Club-Tutu & PrincessTutu LJ community Secret Santa Exchange 2009.

This gift was created for ~andrael.

She's a fan of both Mytho/Rue, so I tried to indulge that. There should be more Rue-centric PTT art in the world anyways.

Snowflake
Mucha-style Prince & Princess
...Like Bunnies

Only ~andrael and =elfgrove have the right to use or repost this anywhere--in part or as a whole.

No Rest for the Wicked

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 10:44:36 PDT

No Rest for the Wicked is one of the most brilliantly written pieces of crossover comics I have ever come across on the net. It's dark, funny and does justice to all my favorite fairy tales when I was growing up.

I have a running streak with Andrael's fanart. I believe I was the first to do a group shot and quite possibly the first to do smut. XD As you can see they've always been quick sketches and stuff and I'd always beat myself up to try and make something more decent. This one still isn't my best but it'll do for now.

So here's another first-- Biggest Group Shot? XD I'm not sure but there's gotta be something out there. Counter Clockwise from the bottom left: Princess November (The Princess and the Pea), Perrault (Puss in Boots), Red (Little Red Riding Hood), Clare (The Girl Without Hands), and the Mysterious Lady they think could be the Moon.

Belated Happy Birthday, . Keep up the awesome work, girl.

London 1898

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 08:05:34 PST

A slightly classier convention sketch than the just-posted Pussycat, showing off my FABULOUS RANGE!

This is Mina Murray, from Alan Moore & Kevin O'Neill's brilliant LEAGUE OF EXTRAORDINARY GENTLEMEN; this was done in London at a con for the fabulous 'Cheeky' Joe Melchior.

LEAGUE is one of my all-time favorite comics, made into one of the all-time worst film adaptations ever. If you've only seen the film PLEASE read the comic, available in trade paperback form. I beg you.

The one on the left is the original sketch, and the color version on the right is a quick digital coloring I did for fun.

The Wild Swans 6 -H.C.Andersen

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 07:00:59 PDT

From day to day his brow became darker, and Eliza saw it and did not understand the reason, but it alarmed her and made her heart tremble for her brothers. Her hot tears glittered like pearls on the regal velvet and diamonds, while all who saw her were wishing they could be queens. In the mean time she had almost finished her task; only one coat of mail was wanting, but she had no flax left, and not a single nettle. Once more only, and for the last time, must she venture to the churchyard and pluck a few handfuls. She thought with terror of the solitary walk, and of the horrible ghouls, but her will was firm, as well as her trust in Providence. Eliza went, and the king and the archbishop followed her. They saw her vanish through the wicket gate into the churchyard, and when they came nearer they saw the ghouls sitting on the tombstone, as Eliza had seen them, and the king turned away his head, for he thought she was with them—she whose head had rested on his breast that very evening. “The people must condemn her,” said he, and she was very quickly condemned by every one to suffer death by fire. Away from the gorgeous regal halls was she led to a dark, dreary cell, where the wind whistled through the iron bars. Instead of the velvet and silk dresses, they gave her the coats of mail which she had woven to cover her, and the bundle of nettles for a pillow; but nothing they could give her would have pleased her more. She continued her task with joy, and prayed for help, while the street-boys sang jeering songs about her, and not a soul comforted her with a kind word. Towards evening, she heard at the grating the flutter of a swan’s wing, it was her youngest brother—he had found his sister, and she sobbed for joy, although she knew that very likely this would be the last night she would have to live. But still she could hope, for her task was almost finished, and her brothers were come. Then the archbishop arrived, to be with her during her last hours, as he had promised the king. But she shook her head, and begged him, by looks and gestures, not to stay; for in this night she knew she must finish her task, otherwise all her pain and tears and sleepless nights would have been suffered in vain. The archbishop withdrew, uttering bitter words against her; but poor Eliza knew that she was innocent, and diligently continued her work.

The little mice ran about the floor, they dragged the nettles to her feet, to help as well as they could; and the thrush sat outside the grating of the window, and sang to her the whole night long, as sweetly as possible, to keep up her spirits.

It was still twilight, and at least an hour before sunrise, when the eleven brothers stood at the castle gate, and demanded to be brought before the king. They were told it could not be, it was yet almost night, and as the king slept they dared not disturb him. They threatened, they entreated. Then the guard appeared, and even the king himself, inquiring what all the noise meant. At this moment the sun rose. The eleven brothers were seen no more, but eleven wild swans flew away over the castle.

And now all the people came streaming forth from the gates of the city, to see the witch burnt. An old horse drew the cart on which she sat. They had dressed her in a garment of coarse sackcloth. Her lovely hair hung loose on her shoulders, her cheeks were deadly pale, her lips moved silently, while her fingers still worked at the green flax. Even on the way to death, she would not give up her task. The ten coats of mail lay at her feet, she was working hard at the eleventh, while the mob jeered her and said, “See the witch, how she mutters! She has no hymn-book in her hand. She sits there with her ugly sorcery. Let us tear it in a thousand pieces.”

And then they pressed towards her, and would have destroyed the coats of mail, but at the same moment eleven wild swans flew over her, and alighted on the cart. Then they flapped their large wings, and the crowd drew on one side in alarm.

“It is a sign from heaven that she is innocent,” whispered many of them; but they ventured not to say it aloud.

As the executioner seized her by the hand, to lift her out of the cart, she hastily threw the eleven coats of mail over the swans, and they immediately became eleven handsome princes; but the youngest had a swan’s wing, instead of an arm; for she had not been able to finish the last sleeve of the coat.

“Now I may speak,” she exclaimed. “I am innocent.”

Then the people, who saw what happened, bowed to her, as before a saint; but she sank lifeless in her brothers’ arms, overcome with suspense, anguish, and pain.

“Yes, she is innocent,” said the eldest brother; and then he related all that had taken place; and while he spoke there rose in the air a fragrance as from millions of roses. Every piece of faggot in the pile had taken root, and threw out branches, and appeared a thick hedge, large and high, covered with roses; while above all bloomed a white and shining flower, that glittered like a star. This flower the king plucked, and placed in Eliza’s bosom, when she awoke from her swoon, with peace and happiness in her heart. And all the church bells rang of themselves, and the birds came in great troops. And a marriage procession returned to the castle, such as no king had ever before seen.

The End.

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The Nightmare

Sat, 31 May 2008 22:22:04 PDT

This was an exercise meant to set a younger Sapphire and Steel in a historical setting by reinterpreting a classical piece of art to accommodate them. This particular piece was "The Nightmare" painted in 1781 by Henry Fuseli. Oddly enough, my interpretation is actually more normal than the original.

The Tree Of Certainties

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 12:52:37 PDT

I, like most of the world, have seen Watchmen. I, unlike most of the world, will not discuss it here.

Now, this took a long damn time and it was intended to be one of those votive pictures the Russian Orthdox Church are so fond of. It appears to be an oval of miscellena at the moment.

Polaroid templates by ArtOfDecay_Stock
Wood texture by Klutostock
Newspaper texture by Kebstock

Once upon a time...

Sat, 17 Jan 2009 16:14:21 PST

UPDATE: submitting a sharper scan with better colors.

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...because the world needs more Princess Tutu love.
...because I'm in a PT mood lately.
...and because I needed something to do to relax between exams. =A=;;

When I started working on this (...half a year ago?) I was aiming to draw something that engulfs the whole story and the main characters of Princess Tutu. But more than that, I wanted to somehow portray Tutu's feelings by the end of the show...it broke my heart. orz

I want to do more fanart for this show! In fact, I'm planning a doujinshi. =w= PT is just so precious to me. ;w;

Media: Copic Sketch markers and airbrush, glitterdust, star flitters, white paint, glue pen

The Amazing Dr. Rizal

Mon, 14 May 2007 07:26:47 PDT

This is one of my upcoming projects that I’ll be doing alongside ELMER. It is my first attempt at an all-ages comic strip, one that can be read by both the young and the old. No grit. No blood. No profanity. No nudity. Just all out fun!

This is the culmination of the research I’ve been doing on Jose Rizal for the past several months. The research is still continuing, as I’m striving to get a lot of the details right.

I really have to thank Adam David for the inspiration of this story. You see, Adam sent this email to the Alamat Mailing List back in October 2000:

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""hehehe. well, are you interested on reading a comic book series about
Jose Rizal’s Secret Adventures?

you see, he didn’t die in 1898, because he drank Christ’s Blood from the
San Greal…

and also, find out where Rizal got all his ideas…

and how Rizal manipulated Philippine HIstory into what we read in the
books. he’s immortal, don’t you know?

ah, and it’s going to be called the SECRET ADVENTURES OF THE AMAZING
DOCTOR RIZAL, written by your truly, Adam David. no artist, yet.
dog-gone it, that’s always the problem.

i’m planning on doing it in the belgian BD album format, like TINTIN and
ASTERIX…

er, anyone here interested in drawing it?

–
-your friend, Adam""

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Reading this email sparked something in my imagination. I thought it was fucking brilliant. My mind was instantly filled with idea after idea so much so it made me delirious. I was envious that he thought of it first. It was the title more than anything else that did it for me.

I had forgotten that he included “Secret Aventures” in it, as I remembered only the “Amazing Doctor Rizal” and that he didn’t die. I started to imagine Jules Verne, Terry Gilliam, and the Philippines as a technologically advanced nation by the end of the 19th century. And Jose Rizal was a genius, an inventor, an adventurer, surgeon, teacher, chef, scientist, time-traveler, astronomer, astronaut, pilot, sub-mariner, playboy, 100% Filipino and most important of all, HERO.

I most likely won’t be using any references to Jesus Christ, or that he manipulated history books (he will probably manipulate time itself though), he won’t be immortal (not in the physical sense) and that his adventures will be anything BUT secret. The artwork will definitely be something very clean and clear, with no hatchings and it will be in full color.

I was inwardly wincing in pain that it wasn’t ME that was going to do it. I immediately fired off an email to Adam, saying that it was a bloody brilliant idea and that he should pursue it. And if done right, it could become a truly great comic book, one that he will be known and remembered for. I just had to let it go.

Once in a rare while we would correspond and I’d remind him how fantastic his idea was. I don’t remember now how it all came to it, but sometime late last year, we talked about it again, I once again said how amazing an idea it was. By this time, he wasn’t as yet been able to start doing it himself. And just like that, he gave it to me completely, allowing me to do with it as I will.

Holy, holy CRAP! I was ecstatic. After seven long years of thinking about it, seven years of me not losing enthusiasm over it, I am finally able to do it. I’m extremely grateful to Adam for letting me have a go with it. I gotta say, Adam, it’s very much appreciated, and I’m very grateful.

Definitely it cannot be our Rizal, but an alternate one. It also cannot be our Philippines, but an alternate one. It’s an issue that will certainly be tackled through the course of telling the story. But I am trying very hard to be faithful to who the real Jose Rizal is. I cannot do anything that will violate any characteristics that he was known to have, good or bad.

I will be celebrating Jose Rizal as a true Filipino hero, in ways we’ve never imagined, but perfectly consistent with who he was a real person and human being.

WATCHMEN: Countdown

Thu, 11 Sep 2008 23:51:25 PDT

This picture is very, very, very far out of my comfort zone. That said, this is probably the best thing in my gallery, and I feel like I've made quite a breakthrough in terms of what I am capable of.

Anyhow--Watchmen. Read it. Now. Don't wait for the movie, and don't let this graphic novel pass you by.

Line art is done on bristol and scanned in three parts. inked with copic fineliners. Coloured using photoshop, and a mouse.

Characters: Dr. Manhattan (blue dude), Ozymandias (blond guy--I gave him his comic book hair as opposed to his lame mushroom cut in the movie previews), Rorschach (awesome mask guy) and Archie (adroable little owl shaped ship landing in the snow).

Save the Prince

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 10:47:31 PDT

(closeup)
Oh man, Princess Tutu was such an underappreciated gem of a show. I need to rewatch it sometime <3
Wanted to try something smooth and dreamy so here I am really testing my patience again. You can't even see it well but the necklace drove me nuts. I feel sorry for the animators who had to put up with that ridiculously complex design for 26 episodes.

Photoshop 7, textures from cgtextures.com.

AtLA _Doctrine of fire control

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 04:50:08 PDT

"Princess Azula, you are confident that you are doing the right choices?"

Best Friends

Wed, 15 Aug 2007 03:24:01 PDT

The days are just packed.

Lackadaisy Voodoo

Sun, 15 Oct 2006 00:41:26 PDT

I was itching to do some digital painting, I suppose, and also to pay a little attention to the Marigold characters since they haven't yet been introduced in the course of the comic. I went with the Voodoo theme after Serafine's interests (she's dressed as a mambo, um, in her own unusual style, in case it's not apparent what she's wearing). It seemed well suited to all of the characters really, and was quite a lot of fun.
This started as a pencil sketch - painting was done in Photoshop.
Yes, I know it's not sepia toned like most of the rest of the Lackadaisy artwork, but for this particular illustration, sepia just wasn't going to cut it.

Mordecai, Serafine and Nico.

Thanks for advice on the boxing wraps.

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EDIT: Oh. Wow - thanks for the DD!

Witches

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 06:33:58 PDT

Red Riding Hood vs the Hansel-Gretel Witch.
A fan-art piece on the online comic series "No Rest for the Wicked" ([link]) by Andrea Peterson, . A very captivating story here, folks, great character depth and development. I must admit, I am amazed.

It turns out that I'm still pretty busy right now, but I am trying to finish some fanart, as promised. Oh, and I'm currently thinking about doing commissions when everything cools down a bit and my schedule will be less demanding (ha-ha, who am I kidding...).

The Lightning-Struck Tower

Thu, 04 Aug 2005 20:31:05 PDT

*wipes sweat from brow* Well, that did end up taking the whole day. I say this again, watercolor is BAD FOR MY HEALTH. After I pencilled this pic I thought it looked pretty damn good, but then I started watercoloring it and it looked crappy, and then I got nervous but continued. And then it looked better, then looked worse, and finally looked good again after I inked it over after finishing the watercolors. @____@ The green light was tricky to say the least, and I was pretty nervous when I started coloring that after I finished the first few layers of shading. But I'm glad it came out all right. ^__^ Wand looks wonky and short, despite the foreshortening >_>;; No complaints other than that, as usual, my scanner eats colors. =__= The pretty red-purple in Dumbledore's robe's nearly all gone. T__T

Overall, I'm ELATED that at any point/stage in the long process of coloring this pic, I could've messed up any one step which would've ruined the whole pic, but I DIDN'T FUCK IT UP. WOOHOO!!! *proud*