Tuesday, 20 January 2015

blackfeatherillustration:



‘The Hunter’


Continued development of a ‘thing’ [including my obsession with stags, skulls and arrows]


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2015


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all  works © Josef Barnett


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ssoja:



•fræ•


Monday, 19 January 2015

blackfeatherillustration:
Inspired by the outrageous weather i had to walk around in last week 
Also fun drawing weather.
Gonna scan and colour this
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2014
All rights reserved by the artist
all  works © Josef Barnett

fading-art:



vintage/nature


brutalgeneration:



Iceland-0073 (by Gert Kolk)


iamsirmatthew:



decepticun:



at the edge of waterton lake | by Zeb Andrews



akapale:



foggy/pale


Sunday, 18 January 2015

vinterisen:



elfself:



Ever wondered what the tengwar inscriptions at the top and bottom mean?



The tale of the First Age when Morgoth dwelt in Middle-Earth and the Elves made war upon him for the recovery of the Silmarils.~
To which are appended the Downfall of Númenor and the history of the rings of power and the First Age in which these tales came to their end.




Oh god. I have. I even googled it a couple times, with no clear results or answers. Thank you.


rxyalty:



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chamonkee:



Here is the hub city for the Lord of the Rings game I’ll be playing in soon. I squeezed this out today while working on a commission today.


Also the upper sky in this is me playing with that amazing style used in steven universe, cause the backgrounds in that show blow me away.



check out this blog, the art work is just… HNNG. im envious

Monday, 5 January 2015

allison-sommers:



Apartment-hunting stole most of my weekend, but I’ve made some progress. #wip #gouache


deletingmyself:



6 (by grocery bone)


oix:



untitled by auspices on Flickr.

pleasemindthecat:



The Battle .. (another requested thaang)
©YetiSalad 2015

pleasemindthecat:

We are the glances shot between blue skies
Louder than birdsong louder than the howling winds
We are the unspoken hearts and unsung lullabies 
Soothing those broken from deep within
We are tomorrow, hope’s weightless call
Calmer than a crystal lake, surface rippling 
We are the steady ones, pushed too many times to fall
Small hands strong hands reach out grasping
We are not always ready but always worthy
We’re the storm battered birds that go on singing.


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ancient-serpent:



Medusa sculpture by Javier Marin