Nomi neo trad tattoo style portrait

this one started out as a watercolour piece. I finished in procreate because the composition was a bit out. Reference from the wonderful draw Brighton as ever. Model is the talented Nomi
Making and creating is my jam
this one started out as a watercolour piece. I finished in procreate because the composition was a bit out. Reference from the wonderful draw Brighton as ever. Model is the talented Nomi
I went through a period of obsessively listening to this song. You know when a song just lands with you and just stays with you and you need to listen to it everyday? No? Just me?
Anyway, at the time I thought it would be cool if this was released as a single and what would the cover look like? (I don’t know at the time that the song actually had been released as the final single off of superunknown)
The concept of this cover popped into my head quite quickly, referencing some of the lyrics in the song.
I am pretty happy with it I have to say. Maybe it will be used on a re-release???
Drawn in procreate and the finished in affinity designer on the iPad.
finally got round to finishing this snake off for year of the snake. Made it flipping massive so my iPad (well procreate) got a bit crashy working on the final stages. I’ll add the process vid here on my site later.
this one was inspired by ten hundred on YouTube. Showing my japanophile tendencies. This board was sitting around spray painted cyan and blue for ages before I finally decided a design. I roughed it really rough in procreate and then free handed it on to the board in pencil. I then painted it all in with acrylics. Finally I finished it off with some polyurethane spray sealant.
My kind have been here sometime
since before you created these tall tall places to stand
And dug new veins into earth
Before the world got loud with your ruckus
We stand on these new tall places
Taller than any trees we had seen before
And watch you
These new places are unmoving
They don t talk to us like the trees do
They don t shiver at our touch
There is only cold hardness when our claws touch
The scraps you throw us are welcome change
from the carrion we usually feed on
We appreciate the closeness and attention you show us
But you look askance or laugh when we try to talk to you
I hop close to look at you
one eye at a time
We have much to tell you
Words
Tellings from the time before
And the time after
We have words for you
If only you would remember
how to listen.