Then Fingon The Valiant, Son Of Fingolfin, Resolved To Heal The Feud That Divided The Noldor, Before

Work in progress, Obi-wan waking up from a nightmare, with a small Boga just for fun.

i hauve a cold

I drew this melancholy little boy while trying to understand krita and to set it up on my trusted android tablet. Any advice is welcome.

The fool on the hill (I'm transfering this one on a sweater to paint it. It's gonna be cool).

This was one of my favorite songs since I was a little outcast of a baby (small town are somewhat evil) and still is to this day.

Self reblog for obvious reasons.

Happy birthday on the other side.

Also: propaganda for one of my favorite live album.

Small oil study of David Bowie in his thin White Duke era.

I've been a fan of his music since my mum made me listen to Space Oddity when I was ten and obsessed with space stuff. Occasionally I am reminded of how pretty he was (this time I blame Pinterest for showing me the photo this was based on) and I Just have to paint him.

Next commission: finish!! 

This one was a fun one to do; inspired by the Soviet Propaganda recreation posted by John Amor, the client wanted a header text that read “Our cause is just, enemy will be crushed” based off of this classic soviet poster! Our subject was dear Cherno Alpha, based off of the client’s idea that “Russia would not easily give up a giant robot despite the PPDC protests, so why not some reenforce Cherno’s looming strength?“

Top text reads “Find your nearest PPDC enlistment station today,” subheader text reads “Enlist in the PPDC,"and bottom text reads ”Made by request of the Russian PPDC Department in year 2018.“ GOOGLE TRANSLATE IS FOR NERDS; THANKS TO THE RUSSIAN BLOGGERS FOR HELPING ME OUT

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The best notes written in manuscripts by medieval monks

Colophon: a statement at the end of a book containing the scribe or owner’s name, date of completion, or bitching about how hard it is to write a book in the dark ages

Oh, my hand

The parchment is very hairy

Thank God it will soon be dark

St. Patrick of Armagh, deliver me from writing

Now I’ve written the whole thing; for Christ’s sake give me a drink

Oh d fuckin abbot

Massive hangover

Whoever translated these Gospels did a very poor job

Cursed be the pesty cat that urinated over this book during the night

If someone else would like such a handsome book, come and look me up in Paris, across from the Notre Dame cathedral

I shall remember, O Christ, that I am writing of Thee, because I am wrecked today

Do not reproach me concerning the letters, the ink is bad and the parchment scanty and the day is dark

11 golden letters, 8 shilling each; 700 letters with double shafts, 7 shilling for each hundred; and 35 quires of text, each 16 leaves, at 3 shilling each. For such an amount I won’t write again

Here ends the second part of the title work of Brother Thomas Aquinas of the Dominican Order; very long, very verbose; and very tedious for the scribe; thank God, thank God, and again thank God

If anyone take away this book, let him die the death, let him be fried in a pan; let the falling sickness and fever seize him; let him be broken on the wheel, and hanged. Amen

From sketch to finished illustration, gouache and watercolour on gesso primed paper.

Following: more ramblings on the technique and inspiration

I loved the process, and clear gesso one of the best thing to ever happen to artists because sketching on gessoed surfaces is a pain in the ass.

Also this way I didnt have to worry about over working the paper. That in fact is NOT watercolour paper.

Subject-wise I have been toying with re-starting my struggle with the Russian language and in my Tumblr rotted brain I thought that it would be fun to read some fics in Russian with help from the ever loving Google translate. Then I remembered reading when I was like 11-13 some (way too adult for my age probably) great and creepy urban fantasy set in Moscow.

Long story short I then stumbled on this amazing fic for the ночной дозор fandom, and my inner preteen was so delighted I had to paint something. So here is one of my faves, an old schemer of a Light Magician, part time steppe dweller and simp for his way-cooler partner: the Most Bright Gesar just before he met Olga.

The classical piece I fell in love with as a child (thanks mom). Still in love with it. How could I not be.