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Finding Inspiration Everywhere


     Picking up from my last post on themes, I found myself yet again doing up three illustrations but this time it wasn't so much a particular shape that drew them together but a fantastical world. I love to read, as well as game, and when I find myself wrapped up in both with the same kind of fantasy worlds, I'm always pleasantly surprised where my imagination will be inspired by the words and visuals of others. For the current illustrations I've done, it seems I'm drawn to the magical and mythological.


     Creatures and places spun into existence in worlds that parallel ours but with heros and heroines in battle regalia or the lone wolves sent to find the hordes of evil on their own with only their magical abilities and their skill of the blade. It's a place where Conan the Barbarian and Red Sonja cross paths, or where wizards and hobbits walk on towards Mordor. A land full of magical creatures like Imps and Giants, Wicked Witches, Knights and Pirates. It's the culmination of centuries of speculations on the unknown and the unseen. It's where I love to let my imagination run free the most.
     In this instance, a theme isn't so much a subject or color palette, but a never ending run of possibilities in a world where anything is possible with a little bit of magic.



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