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September 1st, 2005 #1
~::Unia Sagithia Nessraugh by Azeira::~ updated 02/29
ok, i had some trouble with the scanner, but now everything turned out right. These posted so far are on various things.
"Armored Dark One Concept"
"Hathr from side concept, for the comic "Bulle' Red"
i have to say now, before the critics reveal their jaws, that i am a fan of the abstract and of the weird. i love using immense detail where i feel it is best, and have a passion for negative space and the effects of dark on white and color in the right places. with that said, i look forward to any advice that you guys can give with the progress of this sketchbook.
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hey man, nice start to your sketchbook - It definately has that abstract feel, but some of the little details are nice.
Ats always hard to critique more abstract stuff - it really depends what direction you want to go it, and what you want to achieve as an artist.
You seem to have a good idea of what you are trying to create, I would only maybe say, work on tightening up your lines, really push the use of negative space - maybe try it the other way round, with a black page and just some white details.
Just keep on drawing!
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Hello, Your drawings are brilliant, I haven't a clue what any of them really are (maybe it's just me) I like teh first no title one it's like clouds and claws almost(what I imagine), It's all amazing, maybe I aught to post some of my abstracts.... ?
(and thanks for posting in my sketchbook Azeira)
September 1st, 2005 #6
September 6th, 2005 #7
Flackpost: thanks for the post.
Mr_S_14: thanks alot sean. updates on teh way in an hour or so.
madplanet: thanks for the advice guy. well, its pretty easy to ignore the interest in line variation when you have an image you want to put down, and i fall to hatching lines more than i do changing them, actually. but its a good point, and ive been working on it sense i posted last.
September 6th, 2005 #8
Second update for this sketchbook. a few peices, new and old
"The Shape Shifter"
"Concept peice for "The City" in Morbus Gravis"
"Handlaugh the Twain-Eye"
Next Update: i plan on showing the work ive been up to lately, with the comic book "Bulle' Red". This will include concept peices as well as the story boards for the first issue to come.
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NOOOOOOOOO!!! not teh lensflare!!!
rule no 1, never use lensflares
rule no 2, never use lensflares
rule no 3, never use lensflares
rule no 4, ahh what the heck, make sure you don't use lensflares, they are SATAN!!!
have a nice day *waves*
September 6th, 2005 #11
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You've got an almost "Dali" sensibility with the mind of HR Geiger. These are really neat. They have a kind of twisted persona to them; like you are drawing what is in side the evil creature rather than what we see (deep I know). Keep up those sketches! And thanks for dropping by my humble sketchbook.
September 6th, 2005 #13
ok guys, here are the story sheets for the first issue of Bulle' Red. This is what ive been up to as far as projects go. Im the writer and current pincilar/inker/colorist for the comic, looking to have this first issue done sometime by early next year. i just got back from a long summer of traveling, so now the time is on me. : enjoy.
During the early ages of mans expansion, the southern edge of the known world was in chaos. Hubariaus's, mighty warlords, each ruled one of 27 states and waged war upon one another for the ambition of ultimate control over the region. This conflict seemed to be endless, and for more than 40 years, the fledgling region knew only barbarism and dismay. Then rose to power the Hubariaus, Hauthr the Terrible, whose lust for blood and power was unmatched by men of that time, and he proclaimed the world his own, judging by kill, that no one was equal or greater then he. He crowned himself with the horns of the best Obthalious sios, and led his armies to horrendous victory, laying all opposition to waste.
It has been 10 years sense Hathr took the southern wars by the helm...
Somewhere. A man; warrior, strong and proud, lies dying on the battlefield. the sky is yellow and orange, stained with great clouds of black smoke. a dark figure apporaches him. The air reaks of burning flesh and the earth is stained with blood. the approaching figure is a mountainous thing. a man of massive size, wearing a helm of two great horns upon his head. a long, thick beard seeps from out the gaurd on his face. He is armored for brute strength and speed, carrying a great black axe in his hand. he looks down upon the dying warrior, and sais in a bellowing deep voice, "did you think you could beat me, child?"
Silece. "well fool? what think you now?". The dying soldier begins to cough and comit blood, intermixed with gagging words, "cough*your the fool*cough*wheeze*". the figure in the horned helmet's eyes go wide in a hatful glare, astounded by the statement. the warrior continues, "you say you are a genocide.*wheeze*but you are nothing...you burn as a man, and only a man. you are love of the flesh*cough*. Man of the south*vomit*it is Bulle' Red who you serve. Entire cities fall to his blades, while you rely on your armies*wheeze*
"in the east does he draw oceans of blood...in the east, where he rules over even you, genocidist!" the helmed figure tightens his grasp on his axe, his gaze firey and hateful. he lifts the great azz and thrusts teh blade at its but into the very face of the warrior, making a loud *splorch* sound. the figure stands alone with the mutilated corpse, then begins to walk back through the feild. he mutters, "no one is greater than me". we see a city burning in the distance.
Montaisiaughs. A wide spread city surrounding the loom of a high mountain.
The orgasms raged into the night, but the king showed no care to rellish in the spils of his victory...
he watched from his throne as two servant girls made love with eachother. Something on his mind. he watched closely, as words began to echo in his ears, and frighten him. "innn theee darrrk...Innn Blood....In the Eeeast, he rules you". he rose suddenly from his throne, and screamed STOP! The whole party went silent, the servant girls startled by the volume of his voice in the great hall, and look up at him with curious eyes. He grabed the great black axe which set next to him, and began to approach the two girls. he screamed, "Damn Phantoms! Harsh words of the Cruelest Lies!"
He lifted his axe and slammed its blade into the girl on the top, the girl on the bottom screaming and squrming out just in time. the mangled girl hits the ground with a loud, fleshy thud and a sharp, peircing clank of the axe metal.
The king turned, pulling his axe from the dead girl, and approaches the live girl that was one the bottom. He grabs her face angrily and looks into her fearful, crying eyes. "Call me Master!" he bellows. "I worship you master" is her ghasping reply. He continues to stare at her, unblinking, with the dark eyes of a lion upon its prey. "And who am I!?!", "You are the king of kings". He roars, "And where do I Hail From!!!?!!!", "From the Mountains Above*whimper*"
He throws her to the ground, the quiet congragation standing quietly, watching attintivley. He stands in his hall and roars, his eyes eyes shut beneath his long hair. "Dare it be said that I am vasal to ANYONE!!!"
He turns, facing his congragation. All blood thirsty broots made generals and noblemen. "DARE ME CHALLENGE MY AWESOME POWER AND THEN LIVE ON!!!"
he grabs the servant girl he just threw by the hair, and drags her to the great gate at the far end of the chamber. the congragation watching silently in the torch light as their king retires, with his slave girl.
The Chamber doors swing wide open into a massive hall of dark stone, the skins of many persons-bearing teh crest of the king-hang high in the mountain breeze, and the skulls of many persons staked high upon the walls as ornaments. The king was angry...his proud ferocity troubled and in question with in himself..and he expelled his anger, answered his questions as best he could....with women....and peasents....and attempt he did.
...and still his mind was plagued...through months and through spies, word reached him of rumorse in the east, and thus fueled his anger even greater. Of terrible tragedy and blood soiled villages. strange dissapearences and sightings beyond description. All revolving about the one figure..Bulle' Red.
"So he chose to do what he felt must be done, himself"
"But lord, the nation needs your strength" screams the govoner of the kings domain, "how can we hope to defend ourselves and live with out you?" the king faces the horned helemt on the top of his great chair, thinking intently. "this is something i must do" he sais, "youll watch over my nation..and protect and treat her as i have done". he reaches for the helmet,"What i am to do will protect the best of us...and prove my dominance over the realm.., he slams the helmet down. the small man on the floor is drenched in an overwhelming shadow, and he trembles as words bellow upon him like a thunder storm, "and all the world". the small man bows tothe ground as the towering king stands gret and proud, muttering to himself beneath his helmet and beard, "i am supreme".