One of those anime-style spells of fuck your shit up where the verbal component is a long monologue that name-drops a specific demon, except it goes into a weirdly personal level of detail regarding the relationship between the invoker and the demon.
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Sunflowers, c. 1982. Andrew Wyeth.
Watercolor and pencil on paper
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Some sketches from 2023. All in my online shop (I'm having a bit of a spring clean of the studio!)
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A painting I did last year for Magic the Gathering of Ugin, the Spirit Dragon! Honestly such an honour to work on this piece, and such a challenge to draw such a huge fantasy creature!
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See, I think modern vampire fiction that tries to go old-school by focusing on the dirt thing is missing the point.
For the folkloric beasties that literary vampires are based on, there’s nothing special about dirt. Their weakness is that they’re compelled to return to their grave each day. Basically, they’re like sneaky zombies, rising from their grave each night to prey on the living, then returning to their grave each dawn and stealthily re-burying themselves, leaving no sign they’d ever been gone. The art of old school vampire-hunting thus revolves mostly around going down to the graveyard and figuring out which grave has the vampire in it.
(This is also the origin of the stake-through-the-heart business, incidentally: once you figured out which grave had the vampire in it, you’d drive a giant wooden spike through the corpse and into the earth below, preventing it from rising by literally nailing it into its grave!)
With an understanding of the trope’s folkloric origin, it becomes clear that what literary vampires are doing with the coffin-full-of-dirt thing is rules-lawyering their curse. A vampire must return to its grave each dawn, and apparently a coffin with a bit of the vampire’s native soil in the bottom counts as its grave, at least for this particular purpose.
Thus, if our objective is to call back to or modernise that trope, the coffin is not the point. The dirt is not the point. The point is the occult rules-lawyering: what exactly can I convince whatever force or agency governs the vampiric curse counts as “my grave”?
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cringe-fail-girl Tak, abandoned by the Irken Empire after deserting her original post, misappropriation of Empire property and interfering with military planning.
Gives up, ditches the Irken uniform and gets stuck living on earth in Zim's basement because she has nowhere else to go. Spends her time wearing large band shirts and watching old angsty anime.
I have no idea what compelled me to draw this.
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Views From The Lost Tower (2023)
oil pastel, paint & pencil on paper
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