I love Multipurpose rooms, they're so depressing.
An example of the process from the rough script to pencil drawing to digital painting in Krita.
I love Multipurpose rooms, they're so depressing.
An example of the process from the rough script to pencil drawing to digital painting in Krita.
Doing a rebuild on my first guitar, but while I was borrowing my brothers' tools I recrowned and polished the frets on my Damien. The stock Damien I found to be a fat chunky guitar so years ago I slimmed it way down, made the horns pointy, and slimmed the neck significantly. It still feels like coming home whenever I pick it up, I really like how it turned out. I also blocked the floyd rose in place because I don't like tremolos and set it on fire because it should look like it came out of Hell.
Coyote pups replaced the neighbor's cats in my backyard. They keep bringing trash up and they ate the cigar butts out of my fire pit. Sad to see them making such poor choices so young.
Last words to a man about to be turned into goo inside a reactor. Dr. Köse has less bedside manner than Fiona- the woman who dissolved all her flesh to become a living skeleton.
We learn the story of how just before their inception, the boys escaped into the woods only to return with a dead bear and that's whycome they have a bear pelt on their armour.
Debating on doing the dream in colour, the usual black and white, or just pencil. In colour I think it looks a little too cozy, guess I could try to make it look more like an endoscopy.
Hieronymus dreams of Hell as Long Stephen described it. I thought I'd do this as one page even though it is three shots, as things run together in dreams like that. I was thinking about how so many medieval depictions of Hell are about being eaten or entering a Hellmouth, so Hieronymus seems to be crawling through some digestive guts while being bitten by strange spiders.
I wonder if Long Stephen was always so long or if eons in a place like this changed him into the man his is today.