Bruna. 28. Bisexual. Brazil. I've got a film degree.
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In the earliest years of Louis and Lestat’s relationship, cameras didn’t exist. So one day, they decided, “Hey! Let’s put on our old 18th-century clothes and go into one of those mall photo booths! Recreate the magic, so to speak!”
Once in the booth, however, the absurdity of it all hit them. Here they were, an 18th-century couple in velvet frockcoats, assuming a serious, dignified pose in a “Three Shots for a Dollar” photo booth in a modern mall next to the scummy food court’s McDonalds, as “We Can’t Stop” plays on the overhead.
And how they laughed! Louis, in particular, laughed until he cried.
Real quick: No permission to repost unless you link back to this post and include the caption since it’s necessary to understand what this picture is supposed to actually be about. I’m sincerely teetering on the edge of adding super ugly water marks to everything I post LOL.
This started first as a sketch to work out the betrayal children feel towards neglectful parents, and finally meandered to Claudia since I think she is a good representation of “I didn’t ask to be made and you still screwed me over like this?” Figuring out how to color fire over a white bg was pretty tough and a fun challenge, lots of going back and forth to make this image super bright since I wanted to convey she’s burning up in a sunny place. That and the transition of flesh to skeleton and then ash while also making sure her green dress is visible and still matches the shape of the garment made this one of my favorite pieces I’ve done this year.
This isn’t exactly what I imagine her final moments were in the well, but it’s supposed to be the image Louis sees when he thinks of her death and torments himself with it. This is both the anger of a child and the way guilt warps reality. I think Louis might allow himself to imagine the impossible: that Claudia would use her final moment to blame him instead of the reality, which is that she had fallen asleep when the sun rose.
Worked out a lot of my own parent issues here, LOL. I’m experiencing a very belated rebellion stage and so if the anger in her face seems juvenile that’s the point. I looked at a lot of references for children having tantrums to get the ‘snarl’ right but then tweaked what I had to look more betrayed than just hurt.
This is pencils and photoshop, something easy to draw and then color as I’m recovering from surgery.
Decided to give Nicki the same treatment I did for Claudia a little while ago. He doesn’t have his violin when he burns up but I wanted to show him as pretty pumped up/happy to finally be up in flames.
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 him, 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