The more I write in the River Rebellion, the more of this story I learn. You might get it someday. I know I post about it often, but that’s because there is an absolutely outrageous dress and a massive headdress and veil. Such things are fantastic fun to imagine.
The Eight city, the one that Narya Magnifique wiped off the map, controlled the source of the mighty Bandui River. It was a spectacular city, with mines and waterways and culture. And plumed helmets. Because that’s just awesome.
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This is an older piece of art, from last year sometime I think. I don’t think I have shared it here yet. I was putting particular effort into cloaks and hoods for awhile there. You can see my control over the water and ink slipping on her face, in particular! It’s all practice.
Did some messing around with Inktense last week. I’m still really trying to get the hang of it. I like the way the colors layered, just need to get more control of my brush strokes.
A good middle class outfit for Zare. Messing around with ink pencils again.
Running a bit behind this week due to a really crazy past couple weeks. Salt water wasn’t the only thing keeping me busy, but it definitely contributed some of the best pictures. Zare will return next week.
Hope you had a lovely Easter celebration!
I have a new design up on Redbubble. Christmas week I just had a hankering to draw a horse–my favorite kind of horse to draw, the Arabian.
Arabians and their daughter breed, the Thoroughbred, are high energy horses–often referred to as “hot” or more poetically “fiery.”
There is a half Thoroughbred horse where I ride who I will probably always refer to as a colt–because he acts like one. Always active and getting into trouble, he has a deep desire to work, to run, to do stuff, and be the center of attention. He is not afraid of much, but he’ll spook at imaginary things for an excuse to gallop across his pasture. Then he’ll prance, stamping and rearing just because he can. Last week he was plucking the fence like a guitar.
Some horses are made of fire.
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I have got to come up with a better way to do large swathes of black. But I had a picture in my head, and a sharpie in my hand.
Can you guess where we’re headed in this story?
This is Hook, rendered in ink and ink pencil. Every now and then I indulge and throw myself into drawing a horse. Alright, fine, perhaps it happens often.
In my mind, he is somewhere between a Lusitano and an Arabian in build and carriage.