A team of explorers from Aome set down upon the moon of Senn-Vyvehrr to search through the ancient ruins there. These huge organic structures, which date back to the early days of the Atini Conflict, served as factories within which hundreds of fighting machines were constructed under the orders of 'Rau-Dhossi', the first robot General to lead against the Mesranic Oppression.
Made with Vue and Photoshop.
This was going to be used for an older Lum pack, but never got past the basic render stage. So I decided to work on it for the 'Beyond the Frontier: Lost Lands' contest.
I initially wanted to do a more grotesque and brutal theme for this same subject matter, but then I read the rules. :/
So i tried to stick with my initial idea but make it more of an homage than a bloodbath.
This image was painted in about 3 days, almost 4. Differentiating from my normal workflow, I used absolutely no line work on this. I just started blocking in the forms and rendered them. It was a fun process that i want to do more often.
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I will upload some higher-res crops of this image after the contest, so check my gallery.
Good luck to all in the contest, I've seen some pretty awesome stuff so far.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Necklace handmade by me from polymer clay. Leather Gun Holsters both handmade and sewn by me.
Weapons: Axe/IcePick handmade by me and my husband from wood and polymer clay. Details were painted on. Shotgun & pistol both painted airsoft guns with handmade added details. Bow handmade by me and my husband from dried branches, cord & electrical tape.
Materials used Prismacolor and Crayola colored pencils Prismacolor premier art pens 4h, HB, and B lead pencils Acid free sketchbook paper Edited with Adobe Photoshop Elements 8.0
I chose to do this piece for my mother who has been there for me throughout my entire life, never leaving my side and supporting everything I do.
Precious Possession and Why
The possession I chose to give to my mother wasn't something physical, but rather something entirely mental. I want her to have every thought I've ever conceived about her. As a humble and loving woman, she often does not see the beauty and wisdom she possesses, and so does not truly believe me when I tell her each and every thing I adore about her. Through doing this piece, I hope she can see how honest I really am being. I want her to feel cherished, priceless, and beautiful both inside and out when she looks at everything I constantly mull over in my head about her.
To explain the piece, each object in this picture represents a specific part of her I love. The black crow in the center with rainbow liquid falling from its mouth represents how she can take any dark situation in life and add a spark of color and happiness. She always optimistic and keeps a bright outlook on everything around her. The butterflies with dagger bodies also helps accentuate this point, while also showing how she has such a wonderful balance of a morbid and beautiful perspective on life and humor. The multitude of eyes right underneath the crow symbolize her great wisdom on all she sees, as well as my fondness for the appearance of her actual eyes (they are always bright and happy). The child holding the adult's hand shows how I will always be her child and she will love me forever and always, a trait that I cherish about her. The banner that morphs into the angel's cape holds a special meaning to me. The words written on it 'you are my sunshine' were part of a song she used to sing me every night before I went to bed. It now brings me warmth and comfort when I am sad, so I will always associate her love with that song. The angel warrior fighting the black creature with many mouths is showing how she has taught me to never succumb to an opinion or action you don't believe in just because it is the view of the majority (the mouths being the voice of the others, and the angel being her fighting back). The rabbit and wolf above that represents how she has never given up on me, no matter how many times I lash out or do something idiotic, because she knows that I only do it because I am hurting inside. She is always there for me, through thick and thin. And finally, the figure holding the book to the left is her, seeing how genuine I am when I say that there isn't a single part of her I don't love.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy. This piece took me roughly 24 hours in all to do, so I put a lot of effort into it. Comments, critiques and favorites are always appreciated! Thanks for viewing. :3
(And good luck to everyone else entering the challenge!)
This is sort of an unorthodox dedication to 9th of May and my country in general.
Whils being patriotic, I'm not at all hurray-patriotic. I love Russia not for the golden filligree of her culture and shit. No. I love my country for all the things the western - and eastern - cultures deem us the epitome of evil.
Knowing english and using internet allows one to gather a big massive of opinions, and I do know how the western media and history portrays my country and my people. It's funny in a sense that we russians are unlucky to be lilly-white. Hating on non-whites for their culture or life-style is deemed bad and racist. Hating on yourself is absurd. So Russia had become this salvating island where the tabooes doesn't work. We're white, and therefore guilty of all that the other whites try to wash off. Occupation, repression, genocide.
This major misunderstanind in the midst of the western civilization, at least it's modern variant, possibly lies in the fact - and this is what I depicted - that we're a warrior nation. Our history is a string of wars, fight for survival, betrayals and not very successful attempts at building a peaceful, if opportunistic society in the veing of western european ones. That's why we were usually late to the happy tiems - when western europeans had their civilized inner conflicts and regulated war, we were dying and fighting - with and by the hands of enemies outer and inner. Perhaps it's the reason why we suck at helping ourselves at times of peace but unite when war is about.
That's the paradox of the national character.
Who ever comes here - dies here. It's a burial ground, in the end.
So I illustrated that. If we're deemed the ultimate evil on Earth - we might well be it. No matter how much time Russia would be declared broken apart, it's population dying out, it's defenses shut down - we'll rise again. It happened many, many times. Not like a phoenix, none of that romantical crap. Rise like a fucking zombie to lay waste to whoever thinks that they've won and overcome us.
Only we had created the Dead Hand, the automatized system of nuclear revenge strike, that would obliterate the enemy even if the whole country becomes a lifeless wasteland. If there's no one alive here - the dead will fight and ensure that we'll be avenged.
That's what I salute to - to our russian inability to be merciful both to our foes and to ourselves.
That's the driving spirit. I'm proud of my country's history and I'm proud to live in what is considered to be a corrupted hellhole. Because in the end, it's a challenge. And challenges make worthy people.