In case you're popping in at the very end and have no idea what I'm doing this month - I've been attempting to go from concept to completion of a book cover for Andrew Leon's, Shadow Spinner.
Had very limited time to work on this since the last post. But I still managed to waste most of the time I had in a desperate attempt to save the pallets. I know it's weird that I grew so attached, but I did. So I painted this big rock behind them for them to lean on. I have to admit, it was a damned good looking rock.
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| What a great rock! |
Without the pallets, which I knew were a problem from the beginning, I think it makes the tunnel look more ominous in a way I wasn't expecting.
On a side note, very observant viewers may notice a subtle change to Tib, nothing major, just taking out a touch of that green, and of course the shadow is now gone. I actually spent about an hour and a half trying to get the shadow to come out of the tunnel and reaching out towards Tib and I couldn't quite make it work.
We'll try again tomorrow.
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Rusty, it is coming together!
Well they say to kill your darlings, which is what I guess you did with the pallets.
I'm just discovering your blog and find myself quite impressed with the high level of quality in your artwork. I can appreciate the depth and complexity of rendering something so ethereal and realistic within the realm of fantasy. I can only cheer you on despite your lapse in the Challenge. I very much enjoy what I'm seeing and am delighted to have found your posts.
Cheers and godspeed.
It does look better without the pallets, but, by themselves, the pallets and the rock you made look great.
Would they fit back inside the crevice made by the wing of the tunnel? Or, perhaps, in the far left of the picture? Which would put them on the back cover; that could be cool. I'm trying to think of some kind of shadow thing to do on the rock, now...
Feeling the jealousy sneaking in again. Must fight... *Smiles* Great work, keep going.
To me, the right side of the tunnel entrance is too white and stark looking.
JO ON FOOD, MY TRAVELS AND A SCENT OF CHOCOLATE
I miss those pallets. I'd come to think of them as friends. PALS, if you will, but I had names for them. The smaller one, I called "Frank," because that was his name. The larger one would never talk to me, so I called him Frank, too, just to see if I could get a rise out of him.
You may wonder why I considered Frank The Larger a friend when he would never talk to me. That, my listeners, is a story for another day. A story that will amaze and enchant you, and fill you with a longing for white jellybeans. What flavor are those beans? Nobody know. Except for Frank The Larger, which is why I hung out with him despite his silent treatment.
@Briane: The white ones are coconut flavored. Except that ones that are pineapple flavored.
I'm sorry you had to take it out...it really was a beautiful detail.
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