Damn, Intkober drawn a lot out of me. I managed to go pretty much half a year with more-or-less daily ink drawing, and while that was of course a shitload of fun I feel a little burnt out. Not out of ideas, that will never happen. My mind is flooded with loony monsters, creatures, lands and realms for my nasty, gnarly world and beyond. I just feel like ink is getting a bit played out for me for the time being and I will be looking for new outlet. Digital more perhaps. Or Watercolors, I didn’t do that in ages. Anyway, I will do some research, try a few things out and see which will stick.
For now
however something will return to the forefront, and that’s The Atlas! I am
working on that book for over 2 years now and it’s shameful how I’m lagging
behind on it, since it literally got like 4 to
6 artwork before I can do the final assembly and have the book done and
ready!
So yeah, I am going back with hard focus on that project so my mind can be free
for tackling a new one 😊 Hope you’ll bear with me through
this short hiatus of sorts and welcome rarer but more detailed art soon!
INKTOBER ‘20 #30 - Ominous
Dreadwake is an universal evil. At least, that is the most common agreement across all the civilized kin and folk. Sure, the far northern tribes worship the unstable monstrosities and embrace its mutagenic influence, but they only turn even more savage and their acts – more abhorrent – only proving the point that the influence of the unreal is corrosive to everything it touches. And yet… Where there is a mighty force that cannot be explain, a cult will form, calling the gullible, the scared and the lost like moths to a flame. And so the Cult of the Change emerged, with lunatic priests calling the coming of Dreadwake a salvation upon the ruined realms, a true wave of lasting change, world remade and reshaped in the only freedom that is true to its core – chaos and madness. In most places, in most tribes this believes are strictly forbidden. Further away from pockets of regrowing civilization they might be outright punishable by death. But Wharf Town is unique as always, allowing all faiths to thrive… As long as they keep to the purely spiritual matter. Sermon all they want, have their holidays and rites, but it all has to be orderly and stand in no violation to the city bylaws. And so, the dreaded figure of the tall priesthood in rags and horrible artifacts, multilimbed, asymmetrical and wheezing from their manifold hidden mouth can be seen on the city streets, always met with at best suspicious gazes, at worst outright booing, hissing and disgust. The priests of madness remains utterly unmoved by the hostility of the larger crowds and overall citizenry, keeping mostly to their little pockets of the few faithful, spreading their message to every soul that is willing, be it a stray kin, an inquisitive folk or rats on the sewers.
Inktober 2020 art will become avaliable in fully colored variants in ‘Posterra: Folks of the Wharf’ artbook, including extended lore, two short stories and map of the Wharf Town and surroundings. Stay Tuned!
INKTOBER ‘20 #29 - Shoes
Being a Pottery Golem is a hard living. Sure, folks believe you are strong as your stone cousin and imperishable like the golems made of crystal, but you’re in fact a brittle boy with little big soul that screams silently from your baked clay mouth-slit. It is a clunky existence, slow and careful – sure, your walls might be thick but your insides are hollow. And so it seems that this void inside you always calls to be filled. Who knows how true this adage is, but once thing is certain – Pottery Golems or Potties, as most kin call them, tend to fixate their sole existence on a single item and either become avid collectors of such, to a degree of raising their simple abodes entirely of the objects of their desire… Or to become as merchants, guile and deft due to sheer patience, focus and deliberate dumbness most golems display. In case of a particular Pottie called simply as Knock it was the latter. Who knows from what dark depth and shady deals he manages to plod his way out, but after his lengthy escapades he always return to the city with plethora of shoes, slippers, flip-flops and clods, of most eccentric shapes, sizes and garish colors. He claims them to be artifacts of bygone ages and forgotten civilizations. While most laugh and mock his notions, there must be some truth to it, as some of his wares are made of most incredible and unreal materials, flexible yet durable, stretchy yet unyielding. That is most likely why the citizens of Wharf Town tolerate his tall tales of ancient ruins and glyphs – quality goods are quality goods, no matter from where they stem.
Inktober 2020 art will become avaliable in fully colored variants in ‘Posterra: Folks of the Wharf’ artbook, including extended lore, two short stories and map of the Wharf Town and surroundings. Stay Tuned!
INKTOBER ‘20 #28 - Float
Postal
Service is one of the most crucial city service in eyes of the Mayor Whale. Swift
delivery of messages and parcels means that the merchants can operate quickly
and with fewer errors. Information that passes from guild to guild, from member
to member also saves plenty of possible snafus and keeps the order both within
and outside the city walls. And his agents would have significantly harder job
if they couldn’t intercept crucial mail or deliveries to check on the contents
as well! And so, the Wharf Post is well funded and ever growing, and the laws
are also very generous when it comes to offering postmen wide protections,
making it a desirable position of some repute. With their gleaming caps, sturdy
bags and can-do tradition the postmen are a colorful, eclectic yet sturdy and reliable
addition to the city picturesque organized chaos. And they never cease to
invest and reinvent, hoping to outmatch themselves in swiftness and
convenience. Take for example their latest invention catered to the insectoids
who work for the office, which can be temporarily hosting a semi-parasitic
organism that allows them to, well… To float. Some might consider it a little
silly and pointless, and yet avoiding street crowds and carriage traffics
proven to be reward well worth of the potential silliness and clumsy swaying of
limbs in the air to steer the unruly sack of gases. While the sight of floating
postmen is still rare – and the opponents mock the notion, since there are kin
and folk that can just fly in the first place – the Post proclaims it a
standing idea that will ensure all postmen of proper biological profile will be
able to reach for the skies!
Inktober 2020 art will become avaliable in fully colored variants in ‘Posterra: Folks of the Wharf’ artbook, including extended lore, two short stories and map of the Wharf Town and surroundings. Stay Tuned!
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