By this time the sun was near setting, but quite suddenly it fell dark, something like a huge black cloud came swiftly over me, and I saw with amazement that it was a bird of extraordinary size which was hovering near. Then I remembered that I had often heard the sailors speak of a wonderful bird called a roc, and it occurred to me that the white object which had so puzzled me must be its egg.
- The Second Voyage of Sinbad

 By this time the sun was near setting, but quite suddenly it fell dark, something like a huge black cloud came swiftly over me, and I saw with amazement that it was a bird of extraordinary size which was hovering near. Then I remembered that I had often heard the sailors speak of a wonderful bird called a roc, and it occurred to me that the white object which had so puzzled me must be its egg.

- The Second Voyage of Sinbad

The Throng
There, where the throng was thickest in the street, I stood with Pierrot. All eyes were turned on me.
"What are they laughing at?" I asked, but he grinned, dusting the chalk from my black cloak. "I cannot see; it must be something droll, perhaps an honest thief!"
All eyes were turned on me.
"He has robbed you of your purse!" they laughed.
"My purse!" I cried; "Pierrot—-help! it is a thief!"
They laughed: “He has robbed you of your purse!”
Then Truth stepped out holding a mirror. “If he is an honest thief,” cried Truth, “Pierrot shall find him with this mirror!” but he only grinned, dusting the chalk from my black cloak.
"You see," he said, "Truth is an honest theif, she brings you back your mirror."
All eyes were turned to me.
"Arrest Truth!" I cried, forgetting it was a purse I lost, standing with Pierrot, there, where the throng was thickest in the street.
The King in Yellow - Robert W. Chambers (1890)

The Throng

There, where the throng was thickest in the street, I stood with Pierrot. All eyes were turned on me.

"What are they laughing at?" I asked, but he grinned, dusting the chalk from my black cloak. "I cannot see; it must be something droll, perhaps an honest thief!"

All eyes were turned on me.

"He has robbed you of your purse!" they laughed.

"My purse!" I cried; "Pierrot—-help! it is a thief!"

They laughed: “He has robbed you of your purse!”

Then Truth stepped out holding a mirror. “If he is an honest thief,” cried Truth, “Pierrot shall find him with this mirror!” but he only grinned, dusting the chalk from my black cloak.

"You see," he said, "Truth is an honest theif, she brings you back your mirror."

All eyes were turned to me.

"Arrest Truth!" I cried, forgetting it was a purse I lost, standing with Pierrot, there, where the throng was thickest in the street.

The King in Yellow - Robert W. Chambers (1890)

c0mixtape replied to your post“So apparently I’m doing one of these…”

Why is 8 your favorite number?
I like symbols of infinity, and it’s basically an upright lemniscate.
So apparently I’m doing one of these…

Was tagged by the-angels-cut-out-my-tongue to present five facts about myself, and by aenol to give ten. Will compromise with eight…

These will probably be pretty random

1. This is what I look like on the other side of your monitor:

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2. I almost never draw using reference. Everything I’ve posted (with the exception of the portraits) was done entirely from my head.

3. I’ve always loved fringe subjects: UFOs, cryptozoology, ghosts, and everything in-between. I used to check out books on them from the library in elementary school, and the librarians would always wonder out loud why they had such books in stock.

4. I had out-of-body experiences all the time when I was younger.

5. If I could choose any two movies to watch over and over again forever, they would be Fight Club and The Big Lebowski.

6. I’m considering opening personal commissions…

7. I’ve never met my father.

8. Eight is my favourite number.

Don’t really know who to tag. Will be lazy instead and say if you follow me and want to participate, then consider yourself tagged. ^_^

(seriously though, it’s 6 AM, and this is the last thing I’m doing before I go to sleep)

Immortal
Getting anxious for October… 

Immortal

Getting anxious for October… 

The Nightmare

first attempt at this, a variety of studies involving starlight, and a bit of context.

So. A few months ago itisallart made a request that I depict my perspective on Beautiful. Such a thing should have been simple, but then I started thinking about it, and as it turns out, it isn’t; which is probably why it took so long (apologies).

See, one’s opinion on beauty, and what’s beautiful is both extremely vague and very specific. If you ask someone “What’s Beautiful?”, they will think of a thousand different things—-varied between people, concepts, clothing, objects, stories, nature, etc. etc.—-but when told to pick one, they would need to narrow down everything they think is beautiful into something so condensed as to define what beauty is, and yet that definition remains subjective.

I myself find a whole host of things beautiful, and a majority of this space is inhabited by those things, but when I tried to think what defines beauty for me, I ran into a problem. I knew it must incorporate Nature, but what of it? Should it be realistic or fantastical? I thought of fairies or nymphs in tree branches, sleeping in moss, coming out of the water, helping flowers grow, dancing on mushrooms. I thought of clouds depicting something to that effect. Eventually, I settled on the Moon and stars, which, of all Nature, I find the most calming and comforting—-the Night illuminated by small points of light—-in addition to being beautiful. It is solemn, yet serene; empty, yet containing everything. It is a void with personality. The spirit was added to better personify this feeling.

The top left image above is my initial attempt. I didn’t like how it turned out. The pose was a bit too imposing for my intention, and I was a bit iffy on the number of stars and my cross-hatching. 

Before trying again, I wanted to experiment with depicting stars, and lighting, and whatnot. Normally, I don’t studies, or at least studies with a specific purpose behind them. I can usually make something look how I want it to (or very near so) without them.

These are the result.

And apologies if that got a bit too whimsical and rambly…

Richard Attenborough
1923 - 2014
So long Dr. Hammond…

Richard Attenborough

1923 - 2014

So long Dr. Hammond…

Moon Nymph Cloaked in Stars
Morning
So. Yesterday I reached (and passed) 666 followers, and felt like doing something for the occasion. If nothing else, it gives me an excuse to draw a big demon, which I don’t do very often.
Tried something a bit more graphic stylistically for the background. Don’t really think it worked (at least how I wanted it to). Oh, well.

So. Yesterday I reached (and passed) 666 followers, and felt like doing something for the occasion. If nothing else, it gives me an excuse to draw a big demon, which I don’t do very often.

Tried something a bit more graphic stylistically for the background. Don’t really think it worked (at least how I wanted it to). Oh, well.

Lauren Bacall
1924 - 2014

Lauren Bacall

1924 - 2014