One cold, sad and lonely night Gnemo found a musical place where he could reflect on all that had happened to him. The cavernous room was empty but for him and a musician.
The patterns these ladies created with their ultra-light fabric was hypnotic.
Giant airships carry massive cargo across the rocky continent.
The working class neighborhood had the most intricate and colorful architecture.
The durantees nose was a deadly weapon.
The aeros dove deep into the cold water for their daily diet of fish.
Six limbs are better than four.
5 comments:
This is great. I've always loved seeing your pencil stuff and now that I've found your blog (s) I can get a regular dose...wa-hoo.
You do such great fantasy architecture, not the frilly bullsh*t that lots of fantasy artists do, no sir, yours is real solid and three dimensional...but you already knew that ;)
Okay, I'm watchin now....
Thanks Mike. Consider yourself bookmarked.
Tom, love the areos feeding. Really great piece and overall movement. Thnaks for the message you left me; lets go out more ourselves, and feed on the visual memories waiting to be picked - and digested.
Hey Beet,
What's the next step after the visual memories are digested? Sorry, but my mind always go to the scatological.
I do agree though and I was just doing that today even though it's quite cold. The ice and snow melting and refreezing always has surprises for me. Thanks.
Love the drawings. What a range of subject matter- Good stuff, all!
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