The Last of Us
The Hidden City
Inspired by the art style of the hit cartoon "Samurai Jack".
***Participant of CGTrader Digital Art Competition***
Her search for freedom
resulted in demons.
They were fierce
and she was bold -
and so she learned
that her demons
of her soul
The snow bears watched silently, heads cocked and intrigued. They were curious, and so was She.
“I seek freedom,” she called to one.
“Ah. So do we.” they replied.
A World to Come
She liked to float from one realm to the next, for it allowed her to meet the most peculiar of characters.
The Guardian’s eyes watched her warily, until it finally rumbled, “Are you not afraid of monsters?”
“Yes,” she replied, perched comfortably in her umbrella, “I have heard that all monsters were once Children of the Light whose souls were stolen, and turned to the Dark. Therefore, I fear what made you, but not of you.”
The Tipping Point
TOKYO INTERNATIONAL ART FAIR
This piece is a work I created for an art exhibition next week centred around the theme of depression. The exact theme of the exhibition is "Depression after The Struggle".
I call this "The Tipping Point".
The concept is centred around hope after disaster. The guy is reaching for himself, but a version of himself free of all his burdens. It's sort of like he's reaching out and trying to grab onto that hope and goal?
This one is for all of us - i feel that this year has been a difficult for many people - overwhelming and emotional. However, at the end of the day, it's important to have hope.
TOKYO INTERNATIONAL ART FAIR 2017
"Even darkness must pass;
A new day will come,
And when the sun shines
-- it will shine out the clearer."
Protector of the Flame
The little flame flickered and blinked as a gentle wind tugged playfully at it. "Oh no," she exclaimed, scrambling to block the wind in an effort to protect her flame.
He rolled his eyes, "Stop that. You're only going to smother it - just let it be."
She frowned. "How can we carry on if it goes out?"
He scuffled her hair, "Well it hasn't gone out, has it?"
The Moon Thief
"Your Moon is caged?," he blurted, surprised and quite dismayed.
"We have to," she explained hurriedly, "The Moon Thieves falsely believe the Moon's light will strengthen their own."
His eyes softened, but his fists remained curled.
They gazed upwards.
"Feels heavy," she muttered, as the chains tinkled lightly in response.
“Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright, in the forests of the night.”
- WIlliam Blake
Illustration for donator for his donation to "Art for Puerto Rico" fundraiser.
"I was much more frightened of you the last time we met," she observed, patting the large creature's nose affectionately.
It gently butted her tiny body and rumbled, "We are only intimidated by the things we newly encounter and do not understand. After that, they simply become different, which is never bad."
Ramshackled, a little worn down, but all the same, it was home.
"You're good," she giggled, swinging her legs from high up on her perch.
"That's right, I am," he quipped, grinning playfully in return.
For paths could be uncertain and certainly unpredictable, but they were best faced with humour and a head that is always angled up.
"Like a wild flower; she spent her days allowing herself to grow, not many knew of her struggle, but eventually all; knew her light"
“Why do you climb trees far too high for you?,” he asked, brow furrowed in concern.
She fondly patted rough, elderly bark and replied, “A bird in a tree isn’t afraid of the branch breaking, because her trust isn’t in the branch, but on her own wings. I believe in my own strength - I will be fine.”