From Shapeless Blob To Almost Human-looking Snape In About Two And A Half Hours.

i don’t know who this woman is. but these two nameless photos of that i think are both of her have shown up in two separate threads of photos of lesbians, a month apart. and i picked them out to attach to without even realizing it was the same woman at first. and i am hopelessly attached to her

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edit — her name is asia. both photos were taken by chloe sherman in san francisco, in 1996. [x] [x]

“ I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.”

Bram Stoker, Dracula

I so badly wanted someone to write the story of these two sailing at least for a while! Rhaenys both on board and flying Meleys who will obviously accompany them! An adventure where they met with pirates, where she can visit other ports with him... something so she can feed her adventurous side before her children are born, before she is stuck on the Driftnark like a bird with a broken wing!

Aegor Rivers, work in progress.

As partial as I am towards Bloodraven and the Blackwoods I do like Bittersteel as a character. And I will spend the next 20 years detailing his armour.

(the circles floating in the background on the sketch are the golden skulls of the Golden Company. Because I just love that concept. But I don't know if I will have the strength to render them in the final piece. We shall see who will win, if my lazyness or my love for creepy and awesome things)

1 - Station To Station 2 - Golden Years 3 - Word On A Wing 4 - TVC 15 5 - Stay 6 - Wild Is The Wind

Quick painting of a storm deity done on infinite painter

THE FOOL ON THE HILL .     recorded: September 25-27 / October 20, 1967       filmed: October 31, 1967, in Nice

PAUL: I used to know Marijke [member of “The Fool”, the Dutch design collective and band], she was a quite striking-looking girl. She used to read my fortune in Tarot cards, which was something I wasn’t too keen on because I didn’t want to draw the death card one day. I still don’t like that kind of stuff because I know my mind will dwell on it. I always steered a bit clear of all that shit, but in fact it always used to come out as the Fool. And I used to say, ‘Oh, dear!’ and she used to say, ‘No no no. The Fool’s a very good card. On the surface it looks stupid, the Fool, but in fact it’s one of the best cards, because it’s the innocent, it’s the child, it’s that reading of fool.’ So I began to like the word ‘fool’, because I began to see through the surface meaning. I wrote ‘The Fool on the Hill’ out of that experience of seeing Tarot cards. (…) I think I was writing about someone like Maharishi. His detractors called him a fool. Because of his giggle he wasn’t taken too seriously. It was this idea of a fool on the hill, a guru in a cave, I was attracted to. I remember once hearing about a hermit who missed the Second World War because he’d been in a cave in Italy, and that always appealed to me. I was sitting at the piano in at my father’s house in Liverpool hitting a D 6th chord and I made up ‘Fool on the Hill’. There were some good words in it, ‘perfectly still’, I liked that, and the idea that everyone thinks he’s stupid appealed to me, because they still do. Saviours or gurus are generally spat upon, so I thought for my generation I’d suggest that they weren’t as stupid as they looked. [myfn]

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PAUL: It was during that time, A-levels time, I remember thinking, in many ways I wish I was a lorry driver, a Catholic lorry driver. Very very simple life, a firm faith and a place to go in my lorry, in my nice lorry. I realised I was more complex than that and I slightly envied that life. I envied the innocence. [myfn]

Still learning to use Krita, still very confused.

Quick sketch of a VERY young, very scared and still quite human Mad Dreamer.

One of my favorite German artists from the Weimar era is Jeanne Mammen. My favorite painting from her is this 1928 watercolor of lesbians at a masked ball.

"Beneath the gold,the bitter steel"

Ser Aegor Rivers, called "Bittersteel", founder and first Captain-General of the Golden Company.

Morgoth's cry echoed throughout the valley, which from then on was known as Lammoth, for his cries lingered there from then on always. Ungoliant caught Morgoth in her web, tighter and tighter to strangle the life from him...

The Silmarillion, chapter IX "Flight of the Noldor"

Note: this era of darkness is not only a challenge to draw and color, but it's also dark and dreary. I'm looking forward to draw some scenes in light again. Might even skip ahead some scenes... although, there's some juicy scenes coming up that are demanding attention...