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So I finished this painting almost a year ago and didn’t realize it’s been sitting in my drafts this whole time.

30″ x 40″ oil on canvas

Thanks to the lovely @thescarlettwidow for being my model

Took ten moths to complete

Commission for @sixelamarr @sevendaysbeforeisaygoodbye

I did this piece under their request. It's the two main characters of their ebook and soon to be visual novel. It's about two guys in a zombie apocalypse, trying to escape to the ocean. Check it out. __________________________________________ I'm doing commissions, help me buy a Nintendo Switch please. No one who hired me ever regretted it! :D

L A S T • A G E

The rays of sunlight are broken shards of glossy glass, broken illuminations scattered between realm of bruised purple cloud and an estranged earth. Thick fog rolls from the jagged mountain teeth like forgotten fangs left by a long dead, leviathan dragon. An ocean of misty fog sweeping down from mountainsides into jagged valley, into half light shadow and the dreary afternoon rain that dribbles onto this edge of the world. Pattering drops into thick, looming pines and spruce and aspen. Dribble dribble dribble. Smell of wet wood blooming in this tangible forest air, accented by mossy oceans or cloven emerald green seas that softly praise in swift breeze on muddy red tree trunks. Fallen leaves on and on and on in every direction, between such old pillar behemoths. Ruins still cling, barely, defiant as a barely audible whisper now. Age of age of age has strode onward, each one further swallowing these once grand constructs with purpose lost. A vision from those times gone by in remembrance: enormous architectural wonders that blended make with growth, art with functional. Structures that could have easily dwarf the jagged mountain teeth and glittered with hardlight aurora, brilliant minds that carved new futures within such glorious walls. Dreams of eternity, of unending fate so far from here. Dreams that no longer are. Rain is a soft melody between cathedral trees, down to broken earth like the angels weep for a catastrophe so long since past. As if the heavens weep for what occurred here. The ruins know such irony and their laughter is one of silent death in strangling root, in conquering clover. End of the world, shattered memory living on with the same sense of urgency as a grave. A fragment of such past ages still here, more defiant than the decaying architecture. No name, not anymore, not in the Age Between, Age Lost. Goliath, behold. Ruins and trees and rain yet remains a leviathan. Armor plating that sings its own repair, glossy black and illuminated by blazing scarlet hardlight against sharp angled form. Seedling of the forest grow upon the giant remnant, tangling roots that now know the harmonious perfection in armor subsystems and still functional manifestation protocols. Green of life against the charcoal of manufacturer. The striding behemoth carries a weapon in gauntleted first, a sword that swallows light hungrily, a sword that is massive. A cleaver to cleave nightfall, to break intruding presences. Behemoth, Forgotten. Lonely in the silenced remains and the forest that fills with mist and the jagged mountain teeth carving up passing storms into velvet shards of lightning, of rainfall.

D E A D [\] K I N G

Dead King on his throne in the pit. Dead King carved out of the enshrouding blackness, Dead King sitting upon black stone throne that looms. Dead King with an undying mind, long and slow thoughts a velvet dark lightning in skeletal maw. Crown of bones and wrought iron thorns and a single midnight colored flame orbiting its penance. Dead King with an enormous sword broken on its length, thick oily ink between each shattered crack. Soul in the blade, soul in the cleaving length. Dead King on his throne with hollow eyes like black hole depths, like the Void of afterlives yet to be. Sitting in the pit. In darkness that is form. Dead King on his throne. Throne that is a Grave. Waiting for you.

Far and Away, Silence Stretches Forever

The forest is empty, and quiet. Sketched black tree trunks are empty, hollow. Their scorched carcasses painfully thin in the half light. Pale white ash swirls gently in the whispering wind. Silence reverberates in hallowed tones.

The rivers run clear and still as glass. Empty of life. Dark rocks, smoothed pebbles without purpose or design.

Quiet bones litter the forest floor. Shimmering antlers that once glowed like gold. Obsidian dark feathers without color that once shined like flaring midnight. Discarded pelts once as smooth as silk, rich as regal banners.

Nothing remains. Far and away, yawning silence stretches forever.

My murals<33

The generation of the end of the world (translated in English, original in Polish)

"And the sun is in the gaps, the world is cracking and disappearing, everything bad has already happened. There are gestures and words, no important conversation, everything can be bought and had. And only there is no love..."

- "Niemiłość" Organek (translated in English, original in Polish)

This project took me 17 hours, but I think I'm proud of it. Hope you might like it❤️

So there’s this awesome artificial pond near my house that they made by digging out a bunch of dirt for construction and sometimes I go there and pretend I’m the only human left

my post-apocalyptic delusions are strengthened by the fact that I must cross a power line/train track combo and an old container storage yard to get there

sometimes I pick wild blackberries there and watch the wildlife…the land is for sale (it is industrial land) but the native wildlife really thrives there and I hope they don’t develop it

I figured I needed something to post for a first post so… hi :)

cliche wasteland

[“Polar bear living in an abandoned weather station on Kolyuchin Island, Russia” // Soleil Mobley 2022]

I want to give a big thanks to Dmitry Kokh for taking the reference pictures I used for this piece. I love seeing animals reclaiming places we used to utilize yet have now abandoned.

Message me if you want to discuss commissions!

old piece of concept art I never finished

would you look at that, another Lisa OC

Finished redesigning one of my oldest Lisa OCs, an Olathian Warlord with a passion for medicine.

I had been working on a new look for him for a gooood while, the recent announcement of the definitive edition of Lisa motivated me to finish it :3

some little Apocalypse ladies 

made a necklace

To an Abandoned World

An abandoned world

being overtaken by

ambitious verdure.

what if I came at y'all with some ocs??

pov: it's been 7 years since the bombs dropped and the radiation destroyed earth :)

rat man >:)

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The Wasteland Kid

A dystopian apocalypse story! (May delete this and may not finish the story since I get random demotivation but come along for the ride!)

Read my dystopian story here!