I Travel Through, Towards the Heart of Darkness

Here is a quick update. Just finished a sci-fi/ post apocalyptic/ mechanical jungle picture.  As usual, I like to incorporate a bit of a narrative into my scenery pieces, and this one is not lacking that, although its a bit straight forward.  Anyways, enjoy!

Beneath the vaults of shadow-haunted tombs, I see the fire that burns like the black heart of night.

Here are the colors for the Goatwave and Conana pictures.  I also threw in a little black and white image as well.

 I really love doing these landscape pictures.  Not only are they easy to work on, it adds soo much depth and story to it as well. Makes the viewer wonder what the deal is with the object in the background. in this case, its the massive ruins in the back. Of course their cursed. Has to be. Its standard.

"Do not let your eyes linger young princess. It is nothing but forgotten memories, dust, and shadows.
Evil things that dwell in these dark and silent places."

GOATSTORM!!! And CONANA!!!!!

Here is a long awaited update.  Its full of a bunch of inks from various projects.  

This was absolutely one hundred percent fun. Its also been a long time since I drew ant goat-men, so it was nice go and draw something new(ish).

This image was an ink that i worked on in my free time.  There wasn't too much of a goal that i wanted to reach here.  I just wanted to draw a female warrior/ barbarian, and than make it gritty.  Interesting fact. One of the best ways to make something gritty, is to have the character standing in a pool of their own blood.

These two below are a pair of character concepts from a small contract.  It was fun to do because i was pretty much given free reign over the concepts.  There where a few little tweaks, but in the end it wasn't so bad.  When the imges where sent, the little slime guy was not included.

Space pirate concept. Two of her limbs are robotic.  Neat little addition.  Adds a little bit of story to her as well.

Space Soldier Concept. Big gun, hates googly eyed goo piles

The Return of a Banished Son or Happy Winter Village

This started off as just an ink that i worked on in my spare time.  Once it was finished, i decided to color it.  I think it turned out pretty well.  That happy town should have invested in some walls.

Death

Well here it is.  The story is finished as well as all of the images.  This was a fun and gratifying project to work on. It allowed me to practice on a new style of inking as well as working 

more detail intensive.  

I really enjoyed coloring this picture.  All those incense bright colors really add to the energy of the action of breaking the enchanted chains. I have to admit.  I also really like working with purple.  

If you want to read the story leading up to this image, scroll down a post or two to the inks.

Dust and smoke fill the valley and linger there for hours.  The priestess returns to look for the knight, searching tirelessly through the debris of chains and stone.  Finally the knight is found lifelessly seated on one of the ruined obelisks with the hammer leaning against him and his helmet at his feet.  The dragon is nowhere to be seen. Once the chains had broken and his freedom has been regained, he offered his blessing to the dying knight and left before the dust clouds dispersed.

The knight had fulfilled his promise.

Freeing a Dragon

Alright.  Here are some colors for you all.  It is probably past the half way point.  I need to finish up some basic color spaces, and than get more into the details.  I kind of got a little too carried away with the sky.  I am going to push it aside for now and catch up with the rest of the image.

Newfound Strength for the Dying

Here are some updates.  The second image posted will be colored once all of the images for this story are finished.  Their are either two or just one left.

Here is a summary for each image.

 

The two companions return to the valley where the dragon is imprisoned.  The knight, with barely enough strength to stand or walk, is aided by the priestess, who hauls him towards the closest chain.  The dragon warns them of the dangers once the hammer hits the chains, and the priestess bitterly retreats to a safe distance.

Summoning all the strength that remains, the knight brings the massive hammer down, smashing into the enormous chains with an ear shattering thunderclap.  Immediately, the shock wave from the strike ripples through each and every link restraining the dragon, causing them to crack and explode violently, As the chains erratically whip back and forth in their death throws, they strangle and crack the obelisks they are tied to.  In a matter of moments, the dragons prison is turned to rubble.