I apologise for the radio silence last week. I promised I would upload illustrations on a regular, weekly basis this 2012 and I was achieving it. But some deadlines and work overload got to me last week. Oh, and a stomach flu. So... fun stuff!
However, you can take my silence as part of my cryostasis trip to LV-426 When I finally sat down yesterday to doodle and warm-up, this came out. And it didn't surprise me at all. I watched Aliens a couple of weeks back for the gazillionth time and was just as mesmerised with it as I was the first time I watched it. Alien made a huge impact on me as a kid and I never thought it could get any better. Until Aliens. Just the thought of one creature crawling up behind you was scary enough; hundreds was simply dismaying. Thus, I sympathise with Colonial MarineHudson (as the title of this piece attests), when he says 'Game over, man!'.
I did some really cool effects on this piece and took a couple of risks I don't normally take. Especially regarding textures and the use of blacks and lighting. The creature, whom I've wanted to draw for years, is my favourite bit. This was done in about 2 hours, from start to finish, trying to keep the 'time for myself' drawing to a minimum.
I hope you enjoy this piece and let me know what you think, as usual!
I'll hopefully be uploading more images before the weekend.
2011 did start in an uproar for me. Lots of projects, lots of deadlines and commissions, but so far I've been making good time, so my faithful (and patient!) clients won't have to put up with much more waiting...
This is my first upload of the New Year and I thought I'd start with a proper BANG! and a tribute to the universe I'm most known for illustrating: The 41st Millenium of Warhammer 40,000.
Everyone knows I'm a big Imperial Guard fan and I had this image in my head for a long time. To me, the IG represents how truly gothic and futile is life in the Dark Millenium. The loneliness and shock of being taken away from your home to roam the stars, fighting one horror after another, with no hope of a quiet future or merciful death, speaks highly of the bravery that imperial troopers in the service of The Emperor have.
Such committment and devotion; such strength and relentlessness is what I tried to convey with this piece. And I'm happy to say that this is my most metaphorical illustration in a long time. The title becomes a reality, with The Emperor indeed serving as protection for this valiant Cadian making a last stand against the Tyranids. A futile act, but a heroic one. Such is the nature of The Imperium. Such is the core of the Warhammer 40,000 premise.
I hope you enjoy this one as much as I have making it and may you it generously, so 2011 does indeed start as awesomely as possible!
I've neglected the Dark Millenium long enough, methinks! And having recently been featured in Mr. Abnett's blog with my famous Eisenhorn image ( [link] ), I thought it is due time I paid my respects to The Emperor for all his help in my career
These two MiniMasterpieces were completed a while ago, but I've been given permission to post them up just recently as they were for an exclusive client setting up a big wargaming event. As you'll all appreciate there's no Space Marines in them which is why I'm so proud of the lil' pieces! I was really challenged to bring Catachans, Tyranids, Tau and Eldar to life in so small a space, but I think I did all the races justice. Catachans were never an Imperial Guard option I liked, but I must admit that making them manly men look bad ass was terribly fun! As for Tau, well, it's been LONG since many of you hardcore fans have mentioned they'd look good in my style and they apparently do. Eldar I had tackled before, but never using vehicles, so that was a good kick in the butt to get to improving my skills with machinery.
So, I hope you enjoy these and let me know what you think! I know many of you Warhammer 40,000 fans will be excited so let's hear your thoughts.
PS.. These are slightly bigger in size than the MINIMiniMasterpieces I've been putting up recently. That's how I managed to fit more characters in them...
Rage! After playing through the game the other week I had this urge to draw a crazy pic. Although this wasn't the best game, nice graphics but pretty bland story, I came across a part in the game that I really loved. It kept me on the edge of my seat, very intense gameplay! And the whole time playing that part I kept thinking how perfect it was for a picture.
Being surrounded by gremlin dudes, while this big hulking mutant busts through the wall with a damn firey grenade launcher! It just worked well, and this is pretty much exactly what I saw in my mind while playing. So here it is, I hope you all enjoy this one. I just love drawing facial expressions like this and working on intense poses, so I had a lot of fun making this.
It's been so long since I've done a proper piece of art, I've been so busy with work and getting my book out there. But here we have it, some more GTA V fan art, I really wanted to show off Chop and Franklin this time around. I love the fact that you can finally have a dog in GTA game now. What a great feature! I can't wait for this game, it's going to be great!
Keep an eye out for the next issue of The Official Playstation Magazine UK, I will have a feature in there showcasing a bunch of my work along with an interview, this art will also be featured
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“Homicidal Psycho Alien Symbiote” is a Peter and Venom collection. The title refers to a sub-plot in the series involving Venom’s tendency to surprise Peter and try to eat his brains, leading Peter to make the titular exclamation.
So... it's Bumblebee riding Optimus Prime riding Grimlock riding Skyfire. You can't hear it -- and believe me, I tried -- but there's a freakin' awesome 80's power metal soundtrack by Stan Bush blaring in the background. SO AWESOME.
This started out as a Dead Space 3 tribute image. One thing led to another and now we have #16 in the Vindication series. How about that? Forgive the absence of Star Fox and Star Trek, couldn't really find a way to add anything related to them without fucking up the composition. Also, the Reapers are not on the same side as the Necromorphs. In fact you can say that the very existence of the Necromorphs would justify the Reapers' actions.
Fun fact: the largest Reaper is only 3 km tall, much larger than Godzilla. That should clue you in to just how big the Marker is.
You know the drill. Though in this case you can listen to any version of this song you like whether it's the OG Phil Collins, Nonpoint or Tupac. Just pick one: "In the Air Tonight" - Nonpoint www.youtube.com/watch?v=6I6SpZ…
There is a small contingent of Sangheili among the Covenant that would be feared most of all, if only their existence was known. Clad in black, these hunters set out across the galaxy stalking the demons humanity created, before and after the Great Schism. While official records may not reveal this, they are responsible for directly and indirectly orchestrating the demise of hundreds of demons. From the weaker "Spartan 3's" and "4's", to the much larger and seemingly unstoppable "2's", this shadow team knows no fear as they cut down demon after demon. Their motives to this day are unknown to the few that have heard about them.
Vaclav Ternol entered the room, his massive frame blocking the light from the opened door. A few steps - far less than what had taken her to - brought him next to the remembrancer.
"Sergeant Ternol", Gizelda Amaranth said with affection. Throughout her 10 year stay with the Word Bearers, Vaclav had become almost a friend - as much as an Astartes could.
"Gizelda", the warrior said, sitting, "I hope the night finds you well".
"Days of battle find me only yearning for new stories. And I've heard you have a great one to tell me".
"Great, yes, but not happy. This day has left a mark on us all. The coming weeks will se many of my brethren going into reclusion and prayer."
"Hold on, let me write that. It'll make one hell of an introduct...", she stopped as she noticed the less than approving look the Astartes shot her. She still let her curiosity take the best of her, breaching Legion privacy was a harsh mistake, if this wasn't Vaclav, she would've been left alone and with no story . "Well, I'm sure I'll remember a better one during your account. Er-shall we begin?"
Ternol smiled, despite himself. "Of course. This, then, is the tale of how the Word Bearers claimed Oracion for Mankind and the Emperor."
One thousand Astartes stood frozen, unable to advance any further annd lend aid to their Primarch. It wasn't fear that left them so, but the nature of the enemy facing Lorgar. As hard as it was to admit for the legionnaires, the being was as hard to look at as the Primarch himself. The light it irradiated was impossibly bright, and it had just revived at least twenty of its warriors.
It was an angel. The significance was not lost on a Legion who saw the Emperor as a god.
Wings as wide as those of the Blood Angels' Primarch, it hovered above it's troops in the center of the square, with only Lorgar facing it. The...angel...was vaguely feminine, with a shaven head and only a crimson cloth covering his body.
"You see, then, how true is our face?", one of the soldiers asked, defiantly, his voice rasping but his pose stoic.
Lorgar's eyes narrowed. He seemed largely unimpressed with the winged creature, but as a son, but his sons knew there were questions racing through his mind. Shifting his eyes from the soldiers to the "angel", the Primarch spoke.
"Your warriors seem aghast. You seem to have done a poor job of reviving them".
The angel lifted her head and her look became even icier.
"You shall not speak to The Ala so, tyra..." the Oracian soldier who spoke was cut short by a terrible cough, finally painting the tiled floor with blood.
Lorgar laughed, and his laughter brought his sons from the stupor they were in. In a few seconds, they joined their Primarch in laughter, though doubt still creeped into their minds. Nevertheless, the enemy soldiers were cut down by bolter fire in less than a minute.
Now, only the so-called angel and the Primarch stood on the elevated marble. Lorgar was magnificent, his armour ivory like those saints in the churches the Word Bearers built. Red scrolls with golden Colchisian runes hanged from his bone-white armour, as did the slab-grey rags of his vest at the retaking of Colchis. Above his head, twin eagles enveloped the Helios Imperial and the Primarch's work, The Book of Lorgar.
"Show your true nature, then, or die a parody", Lorgar said to angel, a smile on his lips.
The winged being had no mouth, which only added to the unease of the Word Bearers. What it had as a line, running from under her nose to the base of her neck.
Lorgar was noticing this when the "line" suddendly opened to reveal a fanged, horizontal mouth. The light from the angel died, replaced by a purple-black smoke. It roared, the sound that of a hundred women screaming in agony, and launched itself at the Primarch.
"And then?" the remembrancer asked.
"It wasn't a match for Lorgar. One blow from the Illuminarum was all it took", Vaclav Ternol answered.
"But Then why...". She didn't finish her question. The Astartes was already exiting the room.
The warrior didn't answer. He felt bad for letting Gizelda down, but he suspected he wouldn't have been able to disguise the anguish he felt now, as he recalled how distraught in the eyes of Lorgar as he stood above the broken angel, how much it had grieved him to see such a being turn into a creature of darkness.
Saggitar Phract of the World Eaters, The End of Legends - Shield of the Primarch
Born in Terra, Saggitar Phract was already an extremely respected veteran of the War Hounds by the time Angron was presented to the Legion. Upon learning from Kharn of the Primarch's brutal slaughter of the Hound's most senior officers, Phract, his usual ice-cold self, vowed to teach the Angron the virtues of temperance.
Alas, the old warrior's teachings had no effect on the demigod's personality, but their result was nothing short of miraculous: Angron and Sagittar forged as true a friendship as the scarred Primarch could manage. To outsiders, it would seem the two were nothing more than long-time war comrades, yet some of the other Primarchs understood the impact Phract had had in Angron. Though only in whispered tones, many were of the opinion that the Red Primarch saw in Sagittar a true father figure, who tried to steer him yet respected his authority and his ability to make decisions.
Wether these hushed thoughts reach his ear or he somehow noticed, Angron abruptly stopped bringing Phract to most meetings, instead opting for Kharn, who the Primarch forever respected, not only for making him see the gains in leading the World Eaters, but for having a similar mindset. To this, Phract held no grudge, understanding as he was, and he continued to counsel his Primarch and, as leader of the Devourers - Angron's praetorian guard -, stand at his side on the battlefield.
Phract mastered very early the shield and gladius fighting style as done by the murmillo gladiators of old Roma, and it fit his cold, implacable demeanour like a glove. So great was the veteran's self-control that even the Legion's allegiance to Khorne did not turn Sagittar into a raving killer like the rest of the World Eaters, and the God of Warfare has grown to greatly respect the grizzled warrior, though dreams of subjugating his mind into madness. Still at Angron's side, Phract only enters the battlefield as bodyguard to his Primarch or when ordered a special assignment.
In battle, what is perhaps the oldest World Eater legionnaire alive is nothing short of a blood-freezing wonder. In dire contrast with the maddened charges of his comrades, Phract will advance at a constant pace, a behemoth even near other Terminators. Though apparently oblivious, those who've stood at his side the longest know he his scanning the battlefield for enemy commanders and champions, who he'll charge at frightening speed for his tremendous bulk. Phract absolutely loathes to fight lesser enemies unless they attack him, and will beat them to near-death for their insolence. He is known to duel other leaders inside a circle made from the near-corpses of his foe's squad members. The longer an enemy Commander takes to accept his challenge, the more violently Phract will vanquish him, and, above all, he'll kill any ally who dares to 'aid' him, regardless of rank.
Sagittar Phract still keeps his chain-gladius, 'Warsage', and Angron has gifted him with a piece of Wargear like no other, a shield almost the size of a space marine, made of the brass hide of a great Juggernaut of Khorne, and fit with a chainblade system powered by the beast's frenzied heart. the blades move so fast even a lightning fast slam with often shatter the most prized relic blade of rend open the hardest suit of armour.
Phract has become a legend on the battlefield, the slayer of lords of all races throughout millenia, ever the deliverer of his Primarch's blood-soaked judgement.
First Terminator of the new series, perhaps the closest I've come to have a waking nightmare, when I looked at all the details I wanted to include. But I like him. A lot.
One of those drawings that took ages to find the right pose. Alas, I chose this tilted perspective purely because I thought it looked cool, but I can imagine this guy clearing an escape route through a crippled Imperial cruiser after looting the thing with his warband.
He's an ex Marine Malevolent, but he acts with Huron's blessing, which explains the Red Corsairs symbol on his midriff. It also explains the symbol that makes the hilt of his sword, a gift from Huron.
While we're at it, those are the bones of a poor Star Phantom, a Chapter he hates since they're responsible for exposing his lower jaw and half his face. The helm on his trophy rack is also from a Star Phantom and, riveted to his leg armour is a macabre parody of the Phantoms' symbol.
Very fun, but deceptively hard to draw, this one. As always, I hope you like it, guys. Cheers.
This is Epic Boba Fett. I wanted to make a very awesome Fett illustration that went above and beyound my other Fett pieces. So This is Fett taking a picture of himself in front of an explosion because he is so awesome.
UPDATE : After so many comments about people considering this to be Boba Fett's facebook photo, I did a manipultation piece to show Boba Fett posting this picture on his facebook, check it out here [link]
I was going to wait for the new season of The walking dead, but it was too far a way and Hangover 3 is coming out soon, so I finished this today. This is Rick and Judith a.k.a. Little Ass Kicker meshed with the Hangover theme. Also going for super realistic.
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Random Crossover. Bryan Mills from Taken with Batman.
I'm actually turning this into a caption challenge on my deviantart and facebook account. So post a Caption this within 2 days. The best caption will win a single figure or portrait illustration of a character of your choosing.
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