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Since passing my microbiology exam, even if I still am in the hellish depths of the summer session in med school I have a bit more free time so here is the finished watercolour study of a screenshot from the Rats music video I did a while ago.

It's not as polished as I would like it to be but I still like it quite a lot

What can I say? Prequelle Is the first Ghost album I listened to from start ti finish.

So this Monday I went to see Ghost live in Milan. To say that I absolutely loved it would be and understatement, so to celebrate my first ritual here are, in order of appearance:

A oil sketch of prequelle-era Copia

A screenshot study from the Spillways music video.

The Ghost obsession is going strong. I just wish I had more time to paint them🥲

That's what happens when my silly little imsomniac brain listens to Prequelle at 1 AM.

Pencil sketch to be trasferred on primed paper for future oil painting.

I only got into Ghost in december but I am obsessed with their music. It's as if the band was taylor - made to perfectly fit my taste.

So to celebrate the birthday of the man behind the mask here's a pencil study of Cardinal Copia from the Rats music video.

I think I'll paint it with either watercolour or gouache when I have a little spare time.

The first meeting of Aro and Carlisle Cullen, inspired by "the surrender of Breda" by Velàzquez.

It's a work in progress and I am not sure this is the way I evision the characters, but I like it quite a lot.

I blame (thank) @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta and @therealvinelle and their lovely metas and fics for turning me, a diehard twilight hater, in a Aro/Carlisle fan.

Young padawan Obi-wan sitting on the floor with Qui-Gon's cloak.

Quick and loose painting of my favorite jedi.

The unholy alliance of exams-related stress and skyrocketing temperatures (really, 40 degrees Celsius is a bit much even for my summer-loving self) sent me on a trip down memory lane, right into the Star Wars fandom.

Annushka ( who had already bought the sunflower oil, and has not only bought it but has already spilled it, so there will be no meeting)

A favorite passage from my favorite novel.

Quick painting done during boring compulsory lecture.

I drew this melancholy little boy while trying to understand krita and to set it up on my trusted android tablet. Any advice is welcome.

From the writings of Lady Chandra of Alagadda, on the events leading up to the Second War of the Masks.

The children of the Dream are no longer mortal, although at first they remain creatures of flesh, they have always been and always will be. Mortal and immortal, human and inhuman, those we call Dreamers live in a fragile balance, always on the run, always on the go, always hunted down, yet infinitely free. The first Dreamer I met was (and I hope still is) the Honorable Nian Zhen, Chief Archivist of the Library, my friend, benefactor and Master. The name by which he is best known outside the city , however, is the less flattering name of Mad Dreamer. In the Lands of Kouranes, and among the Dreamers who roam the Darklin Plain, they call him the Lost, the Fool, the Forsaken, the Prisoner, yet he is one of the greatest of his kind, having pushed himself to the limits of the Dream, to the Void beyond Being. His are the words with which I have described the Second Birth of the Dreamers, to him we owe all our little knowledge of this elusive species. Only after her disappearance, by sheer coincidence, did I meet the Dreamer. Arual was her name. It was the day of the 3345 Carnival of the Red Lord and the City throbbed at a frenzied rhythm under a scarlet sky, lost in ecstasy. The last time I saw her, the city was burning and destruction was following in her footsteps. Much of what happened after that day was because of her, yet while I hate the consequences of her actions, as I hate what they led me to do, I can't hate her, because I know she had no choice. Or perhaps, if she had, every other decision would have led to unacceptable consequences. For my part, I acted in good conscience, with honor and diligence, always pursuing the interests of the City.

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Dagli scritti di Lady Chandra di Alagadda, sugli eventi che portarono alla seconda Guerra delle Maschere.

[I sognatori] Non più mortali i figli del Sogno, pur restando in un primo momento creature di carne, sono sempre stati e saranno sempre. Mortali e immortali, umani e inumani, coloro che chiamiamo Sognatori vivono in un fragile equilibrio, sempre in fuga, sempre in viaggio, sempre braccati, eppure infinitamente liberi.

Il primo Sognatore che abbia incontrato era ( e spero che sia ancora) l'Onorevole Nian Zhen, Capo Archivista della Biblioteca, mio amico, benefattore e Maestro. Il nome con cui però è più conosciuto fuori dai confini della Città è quello, meno lusinghiero, di Sognatore Folle. Nelle Terre di Kouranes, e tra i Sognatori che vagano nella Piana Oscura, lo chiamano il Perduto, il Matto, l'Abbandonato, il Prigioniero, eppure è uno dei più grandi della sua specie, essendosi spinto fino ai limiti del Sogno, fino al Vuoto oltre l'Essere. Sue sono le parole con cui ho descritto la Seconda Nascita dei Sognatori, a lui dobbiamo tutta la nostra scarsa conoscenza di questo specie così elusiva.

Solo dopo la sua scomparsa, per pura coincidenza, ho incontrato la Sognatrice. 

Arual era il suo nome. 

Era il giorno del 3345 Carnevale del Signore Rosso e la Città pulsava a un ritmo forsennato sotto un cielo scarlatto, persa nell'estasi. 

L'ultima volta che l'ho vista la città stava bruciando e la distruzione seguiva le sue orme.

Buona parte di quello che è successo dopo quel giorno è stato per causa sua, eppure nonostante detesti le conseguenze delle sue azioni, come detesto quello che mi hanno portato a fare, non posso odiarla, perché sono consapevole che non aveva scelta. O forse, se l'aveva, ogni altra decisione avrebbe portato a conseguenze inaccettabili. 

Per parte mia ho agito in buona coscienza, con onore e diligenza, sempre portando avanti gli interessi della Città.

Arual the Dreamer leaves Alagadda as she begins the Metamorphosis of her Third Birth.

Arual the Dreamer leaves Alagadda as she begins the Metamorphosis of her Third Birth.

Still learning to use Krita, still very confused.

Quick sketch of a VERY young, very scared and still quite human Mad Dreamer.

I am learning to use Krita on my Android tablet, and since I am reading John Sugden's biography of a certain one-eyed, one-armed Royal Navy Vice-Admiral, I felt like a quick portrait of Horatio Nelson could be a fun way to start.

If anyone has advice on how to use krita please tell me. You'd make me quite happy, because right now I have no idea of what I am doing.

Drawing random handsome men to cheer myself up.

My first attempt at going from greyscale to color... I think it's kind of decent? If anyone has any tips on this technique for me they'd make me happy. Really happy.

Captains James Clark Ross and Francis R.M. Crozier posing for a portrait after their return from Antarctica.

(Featuring: JCR's extra fur from that other portrait and FRMC's other best friend, a dip circle)

The original idea was to leave it black and white to give it a daguerrotype feeling, but I am quite tempted to try and colorize it.

Captains James Clark Ross and Francis R.M. Crozier posing for a portrait after their return from Antarctica.

(Featuring: JCR's extra fur from that other portrait and FRMC's other best friend, a dip circle)

The original idea was to leave it black and white to give it a daguerrotype feeling, but I am quite tempted to try and colorize it.

Captains James Clark Ross and Francis R. M. Crozier, just back from Antarctica, posing for a portrait.

(I am still falling down the firehole, can't seem to reach the sea. It's embarassing.

The two captains are now living rent free in my brain. Just what I needed. But they are quite fun to paint😊. )

This is just a rough sketch but I am quite happy about how it's turning out. I may have spent way too much time blending portraits, photographs and statues into cohesive faces, but it was worth it.

Study of Antarctic ladscape from a photo. About 45 min on artflow.

It has absolutely nothing to do with my last post. I swear. ( I am lying)

I stumbled upon "The Terror" on Prime a couple of weeks ago and I (predictably) fell into the rabbithole (or is it firehole?) that is the Franklin expedition. And since when I love I paint, here are a couple of sketches of (historical) Francis Crozier and James Clark Ross, best friends and polar explorers.

The Woman of the Waters, worshipped by the People of Franagr. She appears in the mists around the many waterfalls, where the many rivers of her lands plunge in the Sea. She is full of a terrible knowledge, as she sees and hears anything, be it past, present or future, that was ever reflected in a waterdrop.

It is to her that the man that was Menes asked for advice, at a terribile price.

It is to her that the Dreamer that was a man asked for a way to save his people.

And it is to her that Arual, our Dreamer, will come eventually, after her mad flight between the worlds.

Quick painting in Artflow (abt 3/4 hrs)

Painting winter forests is just as difficult as painting buildings in three point perspective, I found out. Guess I'll take a break from this one for a while and work a while on Alagadda until all those edges and angles make me yearn for trees, water and dead bodies again.

I am really happy about how it's turning out and I can't wait to finish it, but if I paint another tree I'll kill myself.

In a moment of boredom and art block I decided to read "The demon in the wood" by Leigh Bardugo and now child!Aleksander lives rent free in my poor brain. And now I am searching references for "sliced corpses". Not creepy at all.

In a moment of boredom and art block I decided to read "The demon in the wood" by Leigh Bardugo and now child!Aleksander lives rent free in my poor brain. And now I am searching references for "sliced corpses". Not creepy at all.

Lineart and color thumbnails.

The Mad Dreamer, chief Archivist of the Library of Alagadda, Master of the Alchemic Arts. Sworn to the White Lord, Albedo of Alagadda.

The Dreamers that freely roam the Darkling Plain and the people of Celephais and Serannian, who live under King Kuranes call him by many other names :The Lost One, the fool, the forsaken . But more often he is known as the Prisoner, because in his folly he bartered for his life and the scraps of his sanity with his freedom.

He was a Dreamer on a leash, a political advantage to the Faction of the White Lord . He was a cherished tool for his master, feared and respected, until he vanished from the City, leaving behind his citizen's mask and rumors of betrayal.

For Chandra however he was mentor, friend and father all in one, and she would not forsake him.

Concept sketch/ WIP for the Mad Dreamer.

@amyma-ymamy feel free to add.

Trying out a new coloring technique

Quick sketch of Fedyor and Zoya from Shadow and Bones. We all love the Little Palace family.

Inspired by this fic by @yototothelalafell

Quick sketch of Fedyor and Zoya from Shadow and Bones. We all love the Little Palace family.

Inspired by this fic by @yototothelalafell

No exams until september means more time for painting.

The Dreamer arrives in Alagadda on the day of the Red Lord's Carnival.

(That is why the sky is red and not its usual color)

The Dreamer in Alagadda.

This sketch is still far from finished but i love it and I can't wait to paint it.

I hate having to sketch with so much detail but 3 point perspective is a b***h.

Another question because I just noticed this, are the twin suns in your version of Carcosa black holes? In your art the sky looks like it warps around them and they seem to have that ring of light around them that black holes do. If so, that's another really cool idea!

Thank you! Yes, they are black holes, beacuse that's the only way my brain can imagine black stars. Besides black holes are cosmic horror stuff in my opinion... the whole concept of them is positively unsettling. In a good way.

Very random sketch on Artflow. How should I call him?

The Mad Dreamer, chief Archivist of the Library of Alagadda, Master of the Alchemic Arts. Sworn to the White Lord, Albedo of Alagadda.

The Dreamers that freely roam the Darkling Plain and the people of Celephais and Serannian, who live under King Kuranes call him by many other names :The Lost One, the fool, the forsaken . But more often he is known as the Prisoner, because in his folly he bartered for his life and the scraps of his sanity with his freedom.

He was a Dreamer on a leash, a political advantage to the Faction of the White Lord . He was a cherished tool for his master, feared and respected, until he vanished from the City, leaving behind his citizen's mask and rumors of betrayal.

For Chandra however he was mentor, friend and father all in one, and she would not forsake him.

Concept sketch/ WIP for the Mad Dreamer.

@amyma-ymamy feel free to add.

I just could your Dreamer stuff and I absolutely love it as a fan of the Carcosa mythos and SCP. My question is, what are some of the differences between Carcosa as and Allagada in this world, as one is very inspired by the other?

I am so happy you like it! I'll try to do my best to answer your question.

When I started the project I knew that I wanted to include both Alagadda and Carcosa, despite their strong similarities (I just had to paint them both, their aesthetic is just so perfect), so I ended up making some... bold choices in the matter of worldbuilding.

Carcosa exists as the lost city from the "King in Yellow". Once a thriving metropolis ruled by the sister-queens known as Cassilda and Camilla, now it's the place where Hastur lies dead-dreaming like the other Great Old Ones.

Alagadda has no direct ties to the Great Old Ones, nor with the Outer Gods, though it still is part of the Dream of Azathoth (or rather its equivalent in this story). It is an inversion of Carcosa in many ways, its mirror image. Alagadda was created (I think I borrowed the idea from Theology of a Snake, by Sunnyclockwork) when a man tried to reach apotheosis under the guidance of a mysterious entity, but was tricked and failed, becoming a negation of godhood, a "god-shaped hole". Everyone else paid the price, of course. Through this failure and from the binding of this Anti-god, Alagadda became what it is now, the city of Alchemists. Alagadda is to Carcosa something like what antimatter is to matter. The Great Old Ones and the Outer Gods cannot enter its dimension because it would mean mutual destruction.

One of the main themes of this project is the struggle between the overwhelming forces of the universe and the desire of mortals to become their own gods in order to free themselves. Carcosa and Alagadda in a way represent a worst case scenario for both sides.

Carcosa is now mainly uninhabited. Only the servants of the King in Yellow, and what remains of the fallen dreamers the King snatched from the Dreamlands remain (there is a reason why the Great Old Ones are kidnapping dreamers, I swear). It is visited still, by madmen and artists, that chase it in their dreams. Most of those who reach it never leave. Those who manage to return are broken. Mortals were never made for godhood.

Alagadda is as we see it in the SCP article by Metaphysician, but there are some changes that I had to make for the sake of the story, for example when the Dreamer first arrives at Alagadda, the Black Lord hasn't been banished yet. I and @amyma-ymamy also made up quite a lot of random lore to try and pull off some Alagaddan politics (because politics is fun).

I hope this makes some kind of sense, because the whole thing is still a work in progress.

(Also apologies for any spelling mistakes or weird syntax, English is not my first language.)