Awoke from a very vivid dream. It started out calm enough, but a power within me grew. There was no control of the mutations it manifested, but the reality-bending changes kept me safe and nigh invincible. Quickly I joined the fight for good… but while I caused no death, the disruption streaming from me was… weird to the others. I was becoming an angel or god of chaos, and my apocalypse was not destruction; simply difference.
This imagery was not within the dream, but I hoped to catch some of feelings I had upon waking. A strange kind of peace within the chaos, even though I was the source of that chaos.
I love the halo made of glowing shards in a tight orbit. The face isn’t me, but there definitely is some resemblance. This feeling still calls to me, I may visit it Shia in with another drawing. For now I should go back to sleep…
At work we did a semi-secret Santa gift exchange. Using elfster.com we could ask questions to find out what they like while staying anonymous. I was able to find out that they love Twighlight. So then I asked if they were team Edward or team Jacob. I had it printed on glossy photo paper and then I framed it.
I drew this for @mckellogs tweets about Tango the horse.
Don’t count on an ogre’s stupidity. They are just clever enough to catch you in your tricks.
I drew this last night. Do not mess with orcish women. They won’t put up with it. My favourite details: the hand holding the hammer, the back/shoulders and the twisting of the torso.
I started to this sketch some time ago. It caught my eye again and I decided to finish it.
Needed to draw another tough lady-orc. It took most of our D&D session to get the sketch right. This was at least the third attempt. Inked it this morning and coloured it this evening. My daughter loves it.
Also, I am going to be honest; I think I have had a breakthrough with hair.