elizamaru:

Aziraphale and Crowley in the style of the Late Renaissance Mannerist Agnolo Bronzino. This is a special order I accepted from a curious antique bookseller on Twitter as a new year gift to his friend who is apparently a giant snake. *ahem*

I really wanted to capture the unique finish of Bronzino’s oil-tempera blend paintings. I think he, along with his contemporaries like Holbein, started the colouring process with tempera and then painted on top with very thin layers of oil, so the finish is pale and delicate to the point of being porcelain-like. Meanwhile, no real painting is ever digital-level smooth. So I scratched my head for a bit on how to create realistic smooth surface with a reasonable amount of “patina”.

I also made a mock-up based on an interesting 1540-1570s tabernacle mirror frame with double shutters from the MET Collection. The idea is basically one shutter on each side holds one portrait, while the mirror sits protected in between. In this way, both portraits can be displayed at the same time. They’ll be a pair forever :D

P.S. If you’re somehow interested in antique frames, I highly recommend https://theframeblog.com/

P.P.S. HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!!

lydiajoypalmer:

“Look wherever you are I’ll come to you, where are you?”\

i’ve been thinking about this line for almost TWO YEARS NOW and I finally got around to illustrating it <3

hcnnibal:

two very close friends having breakfast in bed ☕️

theultravs:

[ID: a digital drawing of Curt Wild from Velvet Goldmine over a cream colored background. he’s in a long sleeve black shirt with white accents and has long blond hair. he’s smiling with a cigarette in his mouth and is making a heart shape with his hands. End ID]

<3

kenconffetti:

love this concept 

illustoryart:

And when I’m off in the stars,
I won’t even think about you.

remarried:

some Louis and Lestat from my Patreon (that I sadly closed last summer, RIP to my Patreon)

hedonistbyheart:

“Then he leant forward, closing the distance between us, and pressed his smooth silken lips against the side of my face. I meant to pull away, but he used all his strength to hold me still, and I allowed it, this cold, passionless kiss, and he was the one who finally drew back like a collection of shadows collapsing into one another, with only his hand still on my shoulder, as I sat with my eyes on the altar still. Finally I rose slowly, stepping past him, and motioned for Mojo to wake and come.”

***

“At last I sprang into action. I hurried up the street, sprinting easily past the mortals who could scarcely see me, and found a glass-walled phone booth and slipped into it and slammed the door. (…)

“Listen to me,” I said, blurting out my name in full as I began. “This isn’t going to make sense to you, but it’s dreadfully important. The body of David Talbot has just been rushed to a hospital in the city of Miami. I don’t even know which hospital! But the body is badly wounded. The body may die. But you must understand. David is not inside this body. Are you listening? David is someplace …”

The tale of the body thief by Anne Rice

purrahms:

before you & after you

dec-d:

🐏🐑🐏🐑