Under a sudden impulse the scene for these renders was created. The rendezvous is of some matter of import so though the messenger knows well she interrupts a faerie dreaming deliver her message she will. Full resolution prints (The Jellies was rendered at 6000x3375 pixels) are available from imagekind.
A Cold Autumn Night
It had been cold work collecting firewood under the orange skies of the dying sun, but it had been even more work getting the fairy flyer into the attic where they could take refuge from the gathering dark. There wasn't much to eat, just some bread, mushrooms and an aging pear. The bread was old, but at least it was dry and free of mold. And they had the fire and each other.
A Cold Autumn Night
It had been cold work collecting firewood under the orange skies of the dying sun, but it had been even more work getting the fairy flyer into the attic where they could take refuge from the gathering dark. There wasn't much to eat, just some bread, mushrooms and an aging pear. The bread was old, but at least it was dry and free of mold. And they had the fire and each other.
Darkvöld
Looking for the light that will save his world, Skeiff journeys to Darkvöld—a land of darkness inhabited by the strange reptilian Fon. His strange companions take him to the very heart of the Fungi Forest where he finds something that he never expected. Join Skeiff as he experiences the magic and wonder of Darkvöld.
Darkvöld - Swanboat
Looking for the light that will save his world, Skeiff journeys to Darkvöld—a land of darkness inhabited by the strange reptilian Fon. His strange companions take him to the very heart of the Fungi Forest where he finds something that he never expected. Join Skeiff as he experiences the magic and wonder of Darkvöld.
Look into my eyes…
It was a cold, damp night with occasional spurts of steam from vents in the roadway. A shadow flitted by, quick and lithe, it's slender frame only briefly silhouetted by the gas lamp. Turning the corner I came face to face with what might have been an urchin had her face not been so angelic and her teeth -- barely glimpsed between her parted red lips -- not been so terrible. But the smile she turned on me only served to reinforce the psychic imperative to look into her eyes. They practically glowed in the darkness, yellow orbs slashed by jagged green lines and pupils so large and black you could just fall into them.
Færie Rendezvous
A faerie rendezvous; is it wise to disturb another faerie's dreaming?
Færie at Play
Look into my eyes…
Night Watcher
Would the dreary rain never stop? She traced her usual steps around the warehouse, unsure to what purpose other than continued exposure to the chill damp night air. But a sudden noise caught her attention and as she turned her head she caught a glimpse of quick movement out of the corner of her eye. "Whose there?" she called.
Night Watcher (a different angle)
Would the dreary rain never stop? She traced her usual steps around the warehouse, unsure to what purpose other than continued exposure to the chill damp night air. But a sudden noise caught her attention and as she turned her head she caught a glimpse of quick movement out of the corner of her eye. "Whose there?" she called.
Red Skies at Night
The second sun, Istys, was setting in the west with Asral new risen in the east. The moon was bathed in the ghastly red light of each, its pox-scarred face leering in the heavens. The great ship Thingolf stood to in the waters off Korvin Cliff, anxiously awaiting the return of the party that had gone exploring in the dragon haunted tunnels that riddle the cliff. As ths ship's boat returned, Harvald held the tiller and stared in horror as a dragon plunged from its eyrie high on the cliffs. Men on the ship shouted useless warnings as the explorers rowed as hard as they could.
Sacrifice
Scouraging of the Shrumans
Shrumans just want to have fun, but the chiders just want to eat them! What to do? Although several shrumans fell in the first assault, they have rallied and are preparing to drive the chiders away from their fallen comrades. Will they succeed? Will Darkvöld be over run by monsters?
Spell Caster
Færie Land—The Jellies
She reached out a hand to touch despite knowing what would happen. She wanted to touch and caress the smooth, almost oily skin of the glowing jellyfish. It recoiled and drifted away and upward. If she continued it would just flee faster, but could she resist?
Through the Lens
Waiting
Waiting for the arrival that never comes.
Watercolor
An exercise in shading to approach the look of watercolor without any post processing.
Woodland Song
The first tunes of a woodland youth stir the morning air
Faun leading fawn
Faun leading fawn
