Simple Circle Shadow Another one I really like...
So, I posted a version of this before, thinking it was as done as it could be. And then, as so often happens, I realized it could be a whole lot better. Haha.
This, however, is the final version of my Tonic promo (all kitted out in her glam punk concert attire). So stoked with this visualization of her.
In other fun news... I got another critic review, and this time the book received the distinction of Editor's Pick (!!) from BookLife Reviews (which is the indie-specific branch of Publisher's Weekly). It's a really lovely review, and as always, it's such a pleasure to have someone resonate with what I love about this story.
"...Sensory-rich prose vividly brings to life the sights, sounds, and emotions experienced through Tonic's visor." -BookLife Reviews
Thank you to BookLife for taking the time to review it!
As always, if you're interested in this noir science fiction story and its accompanying dark ambient soundtrack, you can check it out here.
KONTROL-- Here's an old one that I finished probably about 2 months ago and never posted up. Was going for a simple, retro sci-fi look mixed with Cold War propaganda...
This is a favorite of mine because it was completely designed and colored with pencil, pen, and marker... no sprays.
The Enigmatic Staircase.
Visual artists do sketches... I'll sometimes sketch scenes. This is just a rough something I came up with today...
A pair of cool blue dots lit up on the bracelet about her wrist, mirroring the pair of lights just above the trigger on the gun. Just as she’d ordered it… the weapon recognized her touch. Only her touch, as it were. She could almost feel the life beneath her finger, coursing through the palm of her hand, urging her to squeeze the trigger. If anyone else tried to wield the heavy-automatic rifle, the chamber feed would seize, effectively locking all function of the gun until an authorized user attempted to use it. But for her…
Carefully, she set it back on the table, and both pairs of lights were extinguished. The bracelet was just a bracelet again, and the gun was now little better than a heavy club. For a moment, she considered how effective the vastly expensive hunk of metal would be as a simple blunt force weapon.
She looked up and across the table. “You do impressive work… for a doctor, that is.”
“You are pleased, then?”
Her silence was as much confirmation as if she’d actually spoken. If she’d been displeased, she would have been sure to let him know, and in none-too-eloquent of language.
Yes, silence was good.
“About payment, then…” he began.
She held up a bullet, one that glimmered in the dim light like gold. In fact, it was gold, solid all the way through. “Do you know how much this is worth?” she asked. She tossed it to him, allowing him to weigh it speculatively in his hands.
“Maybe ten-thousand? At the shiest mark, at least… it could be even more.”
“Exactly,” she said. “That’s more than half your fare.”
“What about the…?”
Before he had even able to finish, she had whipped a small, silenced pistol from the small of her back, and fired a second bullet straight through the man’s forehead. “There’s the other half,” she growled. “Plus a little extra.” As he slumped forward over the table, blood leaking down between his eyes, she stood to leave. “Keep the change,” she tossed over her shoulder.
The lights on her personalized rifle were already lit as she exited the back room of the bar, the live weapon nestled in the crook of her arm.
Maybe silence wasn't so good after all.
Modern Nouveau... Another one that I've come to like, abstract lines and shapes with hints of art nouveau.
A graff-style work while at work...