More and more I find myself shifting towards the surreal. It seems the limits of believability are not conducive to a free and open imagination. The winds I wish to sail on can’t be found on this plane.
Another visionary piece. As always with these, I’ve got as good an idea what it means as you do- but then- that’s all part of the fun. I’ve got my theories, but what it means to you is for you to decide.
As with most of my work this was an image that simply popped into my head, but this one is not hard to figure out. Its a feeling I think we all have now and again- the need for escape. When the drama of this world starts to seem too much and you just want to fly away. But is it a one way trip? Is that a bad thing?
It might very well be a trap, but if you enjoy the ride, does it matter? Good question. I prefer to just live in the moment. Much simpler that way.
From 2004-2008 I was Creative Director for a free arts and entertainment night life magazine in New Haven, CT. It was a brand new publication with a very small crew and we built it entirely from scratch. You couldn’t ask for a better learning experience. I worked with and met some truly amazing people and am very proud of the work we all did. Sadly, like so many publications, the magazine didn’t survive, but it was time to move on anyway so it all worked out well.
Here’s a taste of the huge mountain of work I did on it.
Another image that just popped into my head and demanded being brought into the world.
I find that certain combinations of genre work perfectly- fantasy and post-apocalyptic is definitely one of them. But who knows- maybe the modern world coming to an end would bring magic back into the world.
Its a particularly hot wasteland. But in the fantasy world, does a huntress really need a reason to go hunting with barely anything on?
My alter ego- or at least one of them. He’s an angry fellow and doesn’t speak much. When his lower jaw fell off , I don’t even think he noticed. He is what happens when you bottle up anger so be careful kids! Luckily I’m a much more stable person these days and so D’Ryl was pretty chill for a while there but I’ve been hearing growls from the basement and I fear the tiny handed one has awoken him.
And here are the older versions starting from the original pen and ink drawing I did in High School and then showing how my Photoshop skills improved over time.
And yes- We can’t leave out the faeries!!!
Dawn comes and the faeries get tired. Same thing happens to me.
If there’s anywhere (other than toadstools) where faeries would hang out- its lily-pads.