My fear takes hold, I flow onto the mold
Sinful souls, dark with fire
Burn freeze cold with desire
Heavens start to cry
Crawl for me, beg for me
To hear your cries
Why it seems like a life that dies ?
It's Jared. Anyone who'se been watching me for many years remember this ugly bastard?
I dunno what came over me to draw him, but it struck and I obey. His story in my head has changed a lot, as I gave it up years ago to pursue my fantasy story, but since my inspiration for that has slowed down a bit, I 've been thinking about other things. It's gotten a lot more macabre and kind of fucking creepy (to me, since I'm the one that has to deal with this shit in my head!) and going places I didn't think it would ever go years ago.
Maybe I'll give the story another try.
Kind of inspired by =Twelfth
, and I've been wanting to work on using more subtle colors.
Pencil and inkwash mostly, with a bit of Photoshop. MUST DO MOAR INKWASH!!! I love how this turned out!