Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
Monday, April 22, 2013
Golden Boy
It's been over a month since i have had time to sit down and create some blog material. This graphic Design education is killing me, so tonight i decided to put boring school projekt aside (it is actually not that boring) and draw something WITHOUT thinking about, wich method or theory i am actually using. A illustration without report or a design manual, illustrating simply for the fun of it. So i grab my Wacom pen and i started sketching something, and after three and a half hours of pure fun i am done. I really hope you guys enjoy it, i definitely did. And now i better go to sleep, cause tomorrow i ha to get up early and enjoy my Typography class :DPeace!
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Sketching a Story... or History??
Once upon a time, a city.
A city with high buildings painted in many different colours, a city with a tree that was as high as the skyscrapers. In that city there were no cars, everyone arrived or left by air balloon, the sky was always blue, even when it snowed or rained, and the night never came.
On the top of the tree lived a whole village of small people, they never came down, they toke care of the tree, the tree gave the Skyscraper People air, and the Skyscraper People gave the little people food. This was a city in harmonie.
One day a strange fat man arrived by balloon. He had a high hat, a big moustache and with him e brought two really big leather cases. He called upon the people of the city and told them a sweet story about the capitalist world where he came from, a world where everyone was rich and living the dream, and that he wanted to bring this world to them. Then he told them to open the two leather cases, and inside them was paper - many little pieces of paper that the fat man called money. "With enough of this you can get whatever you want!" he said. But the Skyscraper people and the Little people didn't understand and told him that they were not interested, but that he was welcome to stay as long as he wished, that he could eat their food and refresh himself under the big tree, and then they left. And so did the fat man.
Not many days had passed, when the little people saw in the sky something that was not an air balloon. Hundreds of machines came by air and ground, making the city tremble. On the top of one of those machines was the fat man. He said that he knew about the weapons hidden under the big tree, and that he would not allow terrorism in the world. So he took the Skyscraper People that opposed his as his slaves and with his machines he felled the big tree and killed the little people. Then right away he started digging. Deep he went but no weapons were found. He kept digging for days and then something happened, a jitter of black thick liquid flew into the sky. The fat man and the capitalists all started laughing and for the first time night fell over the city.
A city with high buildings painted in many different colours, a city with a tree that was as high as the skyscrapers. In that city there were no cars, everyone arrived or left by air balloon, the sky was always blue, even when it snowed or rained, and the night never came.
On the top of the tree lived a whole village of small people, they never came down, they toke care of the tree, the tree gave the Skyscraper People air, and the Skyscraper People gave the little people food. This was a city in harmonie.
One day a strange fat man arrived by balloon. He had a high hat, a big moustache and with him e brought two really big leather cases. He called upon the people of the city and told them a sweet story about the capitalist world where he came from, a world where everyone was rich and living the dream, and that he wanted to bring this world to them. Then he told them to open the two leather cases, and inside them was paper - many little pieces of paper that the fat man called money. "With enough of this you can get whatever you want!" he said. But the Skyscraper people and the Little people didn't understand and told him that they were not interested, but that he was welcome to stay as long as he wished, that he could eat their food and refresh himself under the big tree, and then they left. And so did the fat man.
Not many days had passed, when the little people saw in the sky something that was not an air balloon. Hundreds of machines came by air and ground, making the city tremble. On the top of one of those machines was the fat man. He said that he knew about the weapons hidden under the big tree, and that he would not allow terrorism in the world. So he took the Skyscraper People that opposed his as his slaves and with his machines he felled the big tree and killed the little people. Then right away he started digging. Deep he went but no weapons were found. He kept digging for days and then something happened, a jitter of black thick liquid flew into the sky. The fat man and the capitalists all started laughing and for the first time night fell over the city.
Monday, August 27, 2012
When i was a Kid!!
Tell me my friend, do you remember when you were an artist?
Do you remember when it was so easy to draw? When we were kids we could draw all that it came to our mind, distant planets, aliens, monsters, cars, happy families, there were no boundaries, no limits, and we all loved to draw in walls back then!
Then something happened with our eyes, we stop seeing the world with no boundaries and start watching it like everyone else did. Things had one color and only one, no more the cows would be green nor the sky would be purple, now we would call pink people as "no sense", and we were artists no more. We stop seeing the fun in creating, and are yelling at our kids "DO NOT PAINT ON THE WALL!"
It's a wall for folk's sake, a white wall screaming for some art on it!
When i was a kid i loved to paint on walls... I still do!
Do you remember when it was so easy to draw? When we were kids we could draw all that it came to our mind, distant planets, aliens, monsters, cars, happy families, there were no boundaries, no limits, and we all loved to draw in walls back then!
Then something happened with our eyes, we stop seeing the world with no boundaries and start watching it like everyone else did. Things had one color and only one, no more the cows would be green nor the sky would be purple, now we would call pink people as "no sense", and we were artists no more. We stop seeing the fun in creating, and are yelling at our kids "DO NOT PAINT ON THE WALL!"
It's a wall for folk's sake, a white wall screaming for some art on it!
When i was a kid i loved to paint on walls... I still do!
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
When did you stop dreaming?
When did you stop dreaming??
When did you stop to go to your magic place? When did you stop crossing the bridge to the floating island, with the little white and bended houses? When was the last time that you had a boat trip, in your little floating boat? When did your world stopped to be illuminated by glowing insects trapped in old lamps that hung from the sky? When did you stop flying? When did your magic blanket stopped to protect you? Why are you not invisible any more when you close your eyes? Why does that rock in your hand look like a rock and not a space ship? When did your world get so grey, so grown up and serious? when did you stop asking yourself all that?
When did you stop to go to your magic place? When did you stop crossing the bridge to the floating island, with the little white and bended houses? When was the last time that you had a boat trip, in your little floating boat? When did your world stopped to be illuminated by glowing insects trapped in old lamps that hung from the sky? When did you stop flying? When did your magic blanket stopped to protect you? Why are you not invisible any more when you close your eyes? Why does that rock in your hand look like a rock and not a space ship? When did your world get so grey, so grown up and serious? when did you stop asking yourself all that?
Friday, April 20, 2012
Sketching He-Man
I was watching some kid channel, and some new cartoons, and nostalgia came over me. I do not want to sound like a old man, saying that everything in the old days was better, i promised that i wouldn't when i was a kid and i am not going to go that way.
So the cartoons today are different than the ones when i was a kid, but not necessarily better or worst,(How did that came out?) but anyways i miss some of the old cartoon characters and series, one of them was "He-Man and The Masters of the Universe", who remembers that??
He-Man was a barbarian (with a really strange hair cut ) that had a coward green tiger as a pet, and a sword that gave him incredible powers when he said "For the powers of grayskull"or something like that, and it would transform his coward tiger in a wild battle cat. Together they fight against their life enemy "Skeletor". And so i decided i should sketch He-Man, to be honest he doesn't look the hero he used to when i was a kid, i think is the hair cut, if HeMan came back he would need a new haircut that didn't make him look like a page.
The ones who are old enough to remember He-Man will for sure agree to me that: "He-Man is the cartoons Chuck Norris!
Peace!
So the cartoons today are different than the ones when i was a kid, but not necessarily better or worst,(How did that came out?) but anyways i miss some of the old cartoon characters and series, one of them was "He-Man and The Masters of the Universe", who remembers that??
He-Man was a barbarian (with a really strange hair cut ) that had a coward green tiger as a pet, and a sword that gave him incredible powers when he said "For the powers of grayskull"or something like that, and it would transform his coward tiger in a wild battle cat. Together they fight against their life enemy "Skeletor". And so i decided i should sketch He-Man, to be honest he doesn't look the hero he used to when i was a kid, i think is the hair cut, if HeMan came back he would need a new haircut that didn't make him look like a page.
The ones who are old enough to remember He-Man will for sure agree to me that: "He-Man is the cartoons Chuck Norris!
Peace!
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Sketches on a Canvas!!
This time my sketches are on a canvas, or better saying, four canvas!
Actually these are kind of old, but still i love them.I don't know what to call them or who they are, they are faces, just faces!
Faces floating in silence and watching us, faces that say a lot without saying nothing, they're hiding behind the colors, behind the drops and the brush strokes and sometimes they whisper words that i don't understand, but words filled with inspiration.
Actually these are kind of old, but still i love them.I don't know what to call them or who they are, they are faces, just faces!
Faces floating in silence and watching us, faces that say a lot without saying nothing, they're hiding behind the colors, behind the drops and the brush strokes and sometimes they whisper words that i don't understand, but words filled with inspiration.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
The dark Lord!!
Voldemort, The dark Lord, Tom Riddle, the one whom we do not speak of, The one who must not be named or you know who.... this guy has a lot of names. And as it is i am a big fan of the books and the movies, and J.K.Rowling's Potter world sure is one of the most fantastic I've ever come across. As always i have a little bit of liking of the bad guys :), i also love the good ones of course, don't be afraid, i am not all bad ;) Voldemort is of course a fantastic character, the way he is described in the books always made me feel like drawing him, this time i went for the cartoon/Comic like style, or maybe a little more street than comic, hmmmm.... well i really don't know which style it is, but i know that he is the Dark Lord, so if you see him around please do not let him know i made such a drawing of him, he is kind of scary and he has a huge snake and all that...
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