The only pure human boxer still fighting in the year 2030 at a professional level. Most of the others quit when they started letting the cyborgs, augments, genetically modified and the newly right given robots. Literally the last of a breed.
I’ve been concentrating far too much on technical technical proportions colors.
Leafing through my old sketchbooks I came to a realization. In these old sketches I had people with eyes on their cheaks..stubby malformed arms with varying amounts of fingers… concaved heads and completely made up muscles… but..but it felt like these poor unfortunate creatues of my devising were alive!…… though I must admit probably not enjoying it. Something i feel is missing with some of my newer drawings.
So I give to you rawness with no polish in attempt to capture what i used to do without thinking, scribble boxer.
The next step shall be to add polish hopefully not losing anything in the process.
Furcas The Knight of Hell
Furcas the only knight of hell. I thought he deserved to be drawn as he was described.When I first heard of him I was thinking woah..he’s going to be all kinds of bad ass and armored and…. Nope he’s a naked old man who rides a horse who teaches philosophy, astronomy, rhetoric, logic chiromancy and pyromancy. Also he happens to control 20 legions of demons..Which is so much more bad ass I can’t actually put it into words. I do hope I did him justice
To be honest this isn’t the picture I was working on this very day but is one I spent a few days on a while ago. Turns out subtley hybridizing a monkey and a bunny together was more difficult then thought.
Fur is…difficult to say the least.
oh gosh, your art is wonderful!x
Thankyou for that. You made my day :)
Sorry for the lengthy illness, Christmas, shoulder sprain and then finally Ennui induced absence.
BEHOLD IN MY RETURN… a rather cliche cyborg chick…
This is a material, shadow experiment more then anything and whilst tedious and somewhat challenging I had alot of fun doing it. She just happens to be working on an improvement on her cybernetic parts and is stoked at the new upgrades. I imagine that if you had high-tech prosthetics and they were commonplace / voluntary a sort of car fanatic like fascination with getting more out of your new additions would become a rather awesome hobby and obsession. Hope you like it.
Any resemblance to those living or dead is a rather odd possibly subconscious coincidence.
I apologize for the extended delay when it came to this update but a series of unplanned events unfolded.First of all Alan and Rosie left for Phuket and I wished to hang out with Rosie as her return to Christchurch was dubious. Then colds were had by all except me! Initially. Just as they left the inklings of a sniffle had turn into a full blown kicking me in the brain headache, fever and ow what the hecks wrong with my limbs chills. Despite the entire feeling like being hit by a simultaneously warm and cold truck I have to admit the fever dreams were all kinds of excessive awesome. Say hello to one of the chaps I managed to extract from one of said fever dreams during my recovery.
Anywho just wanted to capture a midnight introspection moment. That and try to make something look like it was happening at night. Which is harder then it looks I can tell you. Anywho I am pretty much fresh out of ideas. So if you have any cool ones feel free to leave them as a comment.
I am also thinking that maybe I make it so weekends are two day projects because sometimes I have an idea which is way too elaborate for just one day and then I kinda give up on it.
Late night thoughts.
Ever wake up in the middle of the night, look at the person sharing your bed and wonder what the hell they see in you?
You know when you have dreams and strange things are happening to your teeth. They may be a little wobbly, then start falling out or they just happen to feel out of place. It’s because this guys outside your window.
The Crazy Fairy
The idea behind this picture is when I used to go to the park sometimes I would see old men in ratty old jackets talking to themselves. I always thought …crazy but I used to imagine maybe that they were talking to someone I couldn’t see. Maybe the conversation made sense but since I was only getting one side of it it seemed odd and nonsensical. Hence this weird fairy/creature which you can only talk to or see when you have a certain mind state who likes company and asks strange questions out of an insatiable curiosity but is also always willing to listen too.
No references and fueled by two cokes and bourbons.