this killed me. i lost the pic twice, from which i had to start over from the sketch. and every version turned out differently, too bad i wasn’t able to save the other two. getting awfully nervous about this one now, i’m just not sure about the colours or anything and i’m afraid i’ve missed something. i tried to focus on storytelling and symbolism instead of just doodling down some naked dude just for the fun of it. so, well. this is majestät, my king oc who’s basically in love with himself. he doesn’t care about his kingdom, and it’s crumbling under his view. civil war, extreme poverty, corrupt government, he doesn’t care as long as he has himself.
Joanna Krótka A hypnogogic midnight calculus ticks through the eye in Joanna Krótka’s work; it feels like a candy-colored charnel house limpid with otherworldly spirits, immortals lounging gauchely, ghosts looming portentously, all caught in a web of neat line and chromatic intensity.