Favorite artists.

cold-beasts:

A couple people requested this, so I figured I’d make a post with all the names!

feverworm poplerpig strangelykatie starlock sickingfucking siins leppu toilet-llama-art zooque kingkaiser teacosi tardigrad paexie torterra littleulvar c-bedford samwolfeconnelly frenchfrycoolguy kikiface tohdaryl nargyle fayren ovopack deliciousmuchentuchen jaymamon

I’ll add more later but that’s about it for now !!

Much obliged, friend!

tardigrad:

Below is the copy-pasted text from Mather’s original post. Send a link to your work and commission-rates at matthewebel@matthewebel.com with the title “Art Book Artist”.

Listen to the demo HERE.
And go HERE for character references.

I’m assembling an art book for my upcoming album, High Orbit Saves The Pandas, and I’d like to try and feature some original concept art from my talented art friends.

This can be ANY MEDIUM, but will ultimately be in 9x7 book format. While digital art is the obvious choice, photos and photos of sculptures or crafts are also perfectly acceptable. So this could mean:
* A digital image of me and my robot cramming pandas into the back of a shuttle
* A photo of a huge space anomaly done in ketchup and other food products on the asphalt outside your house
* A 3-D rendering of the alien space ship that’s attacking Earth and turning everything into pumpkins
* WHATEVER, so long as it’s got something to do with the story or music.

The HOSTP Art Book will be given as a Kickstarter reward and potentially sold via matthewebel.com. You would retain all rights to the original work (including selling the original), but licensing the image to me for publication and promotion.

Because this will be part of a full album project, I’m going to be somewhat discriminating on quality level. Again, ALL MEDIUMS ARE ACCEPTED.

WHAT’S THIS ALL ABOUT?
Rock and roll. And space. And pandas. My robots and I travel back in time to save the earth by bringing an extinct species, pandas, back to the future (sound familiar?). It’s a parody of Star Trek IV and a new album of piano rock all wrapped up into one.

WHAT I’D GIVE YOU
* An immediate download of the entire album (demo version) for inspiration
* Credit and link to a PG-rated site in the book
* One-time commission fee

WHAT I NEED FROM YOU:
* Your commission price
* A link to a representative sample of your work, something close to what you’d be making.

I wanna start this project soon, so spread the word and poke me if you want to be a part of this!

If you’re not an artist yourself, you can still help by re-blogging or spreading the word about this — it would be both useful and highly appreciated :)

klang-art:

So there’s this thing on kickstarter.

The Buffalo Game Space.

My brother is one of the founding members, and for the past couple of years they’ve grown as a group and worked on some amazing endeavors together. Check out the link for tons more information on what they’re…

Q

weedshibe asked:

honestly you have the most interesting and awesome looking characters I've had the pleasure of seeing..I hope you'll continue to share your art and stories with everyone online, absolutely love em'

A

Thank you! I don’t have much time for drawing (for own enjoyement) these days, but after completing my current batch of commissions I’m planning on finishing up the remainder of KFG II and perhaps re-boot my sequel of Heraldic Beasts.

Here are some WIPs of the latter from 2000-and-bloody-11. Two years ago. Bloody hell.

A bashful tyger.

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An arrogant alphyn

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And a salamander with a secret

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(EDIT: Added a fourth picture and some brief commentary since people seemed  curious about the backstory. All but the last one are sketches or WIPs. Art is from 2010-2011.)
i. She startles at the sound of pounding footsteps, and her eyes widen when she sees the bloody mess of her sons face. Anger grows in her and she briefly considers punishing him for his slight. She figures the physical wounds and the cracks to his pride are enough to avoid a repeat performance, however."I told you not to bother your father," she says, and walks away to attend to the cubs.
ii. Enter Martlet, a decade later. Immaculate except for some scarring to her face from when she mouthed off to the tribe’s leader. The evening is lovely, but there is that metallic tang to the air, like ozone before an impending thunderstorm — except this time the source is the dark and violent undercurrent of political strife slowly dividing their nation. The illusion of peace won’t last for long. A revolution is brewing, and Martlet knows it. There is nothing left for her in these woods anyway, and before the month is up, she will have begun her long trek towards the north.
iii. “The summers are beautiful. Fragrant, warm, abundance of good eating. Makes all of this worth it, you know,” he rumbles, voice muffled by snow, flesh and woolly fur.Seeing is believing, Martlet thinks, but says nothing.
iv. They took away her jewelry, the cropped her hair, they told her to make a hole in the snow, then sleep in it. Now the oldest son has dragged her out on yet another suicide mission. “We’ll make a manticore of you yet,” the father had told her that morning. She’s starting to wonder if she has escaped the snare only to stumble headfirst into the trou de loup. (EDIT: Added a fourth picture and some brief commentary since people seemed  curious about the backstory. All but the last one are sketches or WIPs. Art is from 2010-2011.)
i. She startles at the sound of pounding footsteps, and her eyes widen when she sees the bloody mess of her sons face. Anger grows in her and she briefly considers punishing him for his slight. She figures the physical wounds and the cracks to his pride are enough to avoid a repeat performance, however."I told you not to bother your father," she says, and walks away to attend to the cubs.
ii. Enter Martlet, a decade later. Immaculate except for some scarring to her face from when she mouthed off to the tribe’s leader. The evening is lovely, but there is that metallic tang to the air, like ozone before an impending thunderstorm — except this time the source is the dark and violent undercurrent of political strife slowly dividing their nation. The illusion of peace won’t last for long. A revolution is brewing, and Martlet knows it. There is nothing left for her in these woods anyway, and before the month is up, she will have begun her long trek towards the north.
iii. “The summers are beautiful. Fragrant, warm, abundance of good eating. Makes all of this worth it, you know,” he rumbles, voice muffled by snow, flesh and woolly fur.Seeing is believing, Martlet thinks, but says nothing.
iv. They took away her jewelry, the cropped her hair, they told her to make a hole in the snow, then sleep in it. Now the oldest son has dragged her out on yet another suicide mission. “We’ll make a manticore of you yet,” the father had told her that morning. She’s starting to wonder if she has escaped the snare only to stumble headfirst into the trou de loup. (EDIT: Added a fourth picture and some brief commentary since people seemed  curious about the backstory. All but the last one are sketches or WIPs. Art is from 2010-2011.)
i. She startles at the sound of pounding footsteps, and her eyes widen when she sees the bloody mess of her sons face. Anger grows in her and she briefly considers punishing him for his slight. She figures the physical wounds and the cracks to his pride are enough to avoid a repeat performance, however."I told you not to bother your father," she says, and walks away to attend to the cubs.
ii. Enter Martlet, a decade later. Immaculate except for some scarring to her face from when she mouthed off to the tribe’s leader. The evening is lovely, but there is that metallic tang to the air, like ozone before an impending thunderstorm — except this time the source is the dark and violent undercurrent of political strife slowly dividing their nation. The illusion of peace won’t last for long. A revolution is brewing, and Martlet knows it. There is nothing left for her in these woods anyway, and before the month is up, she will have begun her long trek towards the north.
iii. “The summers are beautiful. Fragrant, warm, abundance of good eating. Makes all of this worth it, you know,” he rumbles, voice muffled by snow, flesh and woolly fur.Seeing is believing, Martlet thinks, but says nothing.
iv. They took away her jewelry, the cropped her hair, they told her to make a hole in the snow, then sleep in it. Now the oldest son has dragged her out on yet another suicide mission. “We’ll make a manticore of you yet,” the father had told her that morning. She’s starting to wonder if she has escaped the snare only to stumble headfirst into the trou de loup. (EDIT: Added a fourth picture and some brief commentary since people seemed  curious about the backstory. All but the last one are sketches or WIPs. Art is from 2010-2011.)
i. She startles at the sound of pounding footsteps, and her eyes widen when she sees the bloody mess of her sons face. Anger grows in her and she briefly considers punishing him for his slight. She figures the physical wounds and the cracks to his pride are enough to avoid a repeat performance, however."I told you not to bother your father," she says, and walks away to attend to the cubs.
ii. Enter Martlet, a decade later. Immaculate except for some scarring to her face from when she mouthed off to the tribe’s leader. The evening is lovely, but there is that metallic tang to the air, like ozone before an impending thunderstorm — except this time the source is the dark and violent undercurrent of political strife slowly dividing their nation. The illusion of peace won’t last for long. A revolution is brewing, and Martlet knows it. There is nothing left for her in these woods anyway, and before the month is up, she will have begun her long trek towards the north.
iii. “The summers are beautiful. Fragrant, warm, abundance of good eating. Makes all of this worth it, you know,” he rumbles, voice muffled by snow, flesh and woolly fur.Seeing is believing, Martlet thinks, but says nothing.
iv. They took away her jewelry, the cropped her hair, they told her to make a hole in the snow, then sleep in it. Now the oldest son has dragged her out on yet another suicide mission. “We’ll make a manticore of you yet,” the father had told her that morning. She’s starting to wonder if she has escaped the snare only to stumble headfirst into the trou de loup.

(EDIT: Added a fourth picture and some brief commentary since people seemed  curious about the backstory. All but the last one are sketches or WIPs. Art is from 2010-2011.)

i. She startles at the sound of pounding footsteps, and her eyes widen when she sees the bloody mess of her sons face. Anger grows in her and she briefly considers punishing him for his slight. She figures the physical wounds and the cracks to his pride are enough to avoid a repeat performance, however.
"I told you not to bother your father," she says, and walks away to attend to the cubs.

ii. Enter Martlet, a decade later. Immaculate except for some scarring to her face from when she mouthed off to the tribe’s leader. 
The evening is lovely, but there is that metallic tang to the air, like ozone before an impending thunderstorm — except this time the source is the dark and violent undercurrent of political strife slowly dividing their nation. The illusion of peace won’t last for long. A revolution is brewing, and Martlet knows it. There is nothing left for her in these woods anyway, and before the month is up, she will have begun her long trek towards the north.

iii. “The summers are beautiful. Fragrant, warm, abundance of good eating. Makes all of this worth it, you know,” he rumbles, voice muffled by snow, flesh and woolly fur.
Seeing is believing, Martlet thinks, but says nothing.

iv. They took away her jewelry, the cropped her hair, they told her to make a hole in the snow, then sleep in it. Now the oldest son has dragged her out on yet another suicide mission. “We’ll make a manticore of you yet,” the father had told her that morning. 
She’s starting to wonder if she has escaped the snare only to stumble headfirst into the trou de loup.

riddlesphinx:

klang-art:

So…it’s been about a year. 
And looking back it’s been a long year that’s been short on art. That sucks. However, even with the lack of actual finished pieces, I can tell I’ve learned a lot, and I can see a lot of improvements in the new new pieces I’ve started recently. 
Don’t really know what to say about this one since it feels like a sum of all of that- there are parts I really like, and an overall feeling of “eugh, I could have done better.” But I’m willing to call it done in order to move forward with other projects that have been in the back of my head for a while. 

PERFECTION
riddlesphinx:

klang-art:

So…it’s been about a year. 
And looking back it’s been a long year that’s been short on art. That sucks. However, even with the lack of actual finished pieces, I can tell I’ve learned a lot, and I can see a lot of improvements in the new new pieces I’ve started recently. 
Don’t really know what to say about this one since it feels like a sum of all of that- there are parts I really like, and an overall feeling of “eugh, I could have done better.” But I’m willing to call it done in order to move forward with other projects that have been in the back of my head for a while. 

PERFECTION
riddlesphinx:

klang-art:

So…it’s been about a year. 
And looking back it’s been a long year that’s been short on art. That sucks. However, even with the lack of actual finished pieces, I can tell I’ve learned a lot, and I can see a lot of improvements in the new new pieces I’ve started recently. 
Don’t really know what to say about this one since it feels like a sum of all of that- there are parts I really like, and an overall feeling of “eugh, I could have done better.” But I’m willing to call it done in order to move forward with other projects that have been in the back of my head for a while. 

PERFECTION
riddlesphinx:

klang-art:

So…it’s been about a year. 
And looking back it’s been a long year that’s been short on art. That sucks. However, even with the lack of actual finished pieces, I can tell I’ve learned a lot, and I can see a lot of improvements in the new new pieces I’ve started recently. 
Don’t really know what to say about this one since it feels like a sum of all of that- there are parts I really like, and an overall feeling of “eugh, I could have done better.” But I’m willing to call it done in order to move forward with other projects that have been in the back of my head for a while. 

PERFECTION

riddlesphinx:

klang-art:

So…it’s been about a year

And looking back it’s been a long year that’s been short on art. That sucks. However, even with the lack of actual finished pieces, I can tell I’ve learned a lot, and I can see a lot of improvements in the new new pieces I’ve started recently. 

Don’t really know what to say about this one since it feels like a sum of all of that- there are parts I really like, and an overall feeling of “eugh, I could have done better.” But I’m willing to call it done in order to move forward with other projects that have been in the back of my head for a while. 

PER
FEC
TION

ikrutt:

Ever wanted all of my projects, sketches, illusrations, walkthroughs, icons and what have you in one place and in neat little categories? Well, check this out!

Last week I broke my tablet, which is only useful as it made me get off my arse and finally finish this thing. I still need to fiddle a little with the layout and add the remainer of of a surprisingy extensive archive to the Old Art section, but it’s done, more or less.

I would love you forever if you could reblog, or just spread the word. Give me some feedback, tell me if it’s working on your platform and browser of choice. I’m on a PC using Chrome, and it looks and works pretty good for me. 

Thank you so, so, so much for the feedback, you guys! Lenalis, Psshaw, Orcaowl, and the rest of ya. I’ve tweaked the layout a bit, added a title here and some commentary there, and I now feel it’s shaping up to become pretty decent.

I’ve also decided to remove the old art tour from this blog and just keep everything in the OLD ART and ANCIENT ART sections of the site. I like it when things are neat and organized like that. 

As I said, I think it’s alright now (it seems t be working on all platforms), but if a bug should pop up, I’d love to know :)

Q

Anonymous asked:

What is your gender? (just curious)

A

Female. Or fictional ‘Nam veteran.

Take your pick!

Ever wanted all of my projects, sketches, illusrations, walkthroughs, icons and what have you in one place and in neat little categories? Well, check this out!

Last week I broke my tablet, which is only useful as it made me get off my arse and finally finish this thing. I still need to fiddle a little with the layout and add the remainer of of a surprisingy extensive archive to the Old Art section, but it’s done, more or less.

I would love you forever if you could reblog, or just spread the word. Give me some feedback, tell me if it’s working on your platform and browser of choice. I’m on a PC using Chrome, and it looks and works pretty good for me. 

Q

Anonymous asked:

Who are your favorite artists?

A

cowboyroses:

uhhh„, lets see„,

starlock , jaymamon , tardigrad , nargyle, mustachossom , c-bedford , kingkaiser , tohdaryl , whitefoxcub, kikiface , deliciousmuchentuchen , paexie , zooque , torntethers , torterra , samwolfeconnelly, toilet-llama-artlittleulvar , fayren , ovopack , teacosi , sickingfucking , and a few more I’m forgetting rn but that’s the bulk of them all i think!!

Oi! Thanks, mate :D

ikrutt:

Life has no salt in it. See how I halt in it!—
I, who once rode with the first of the flight—
Watching and waiting now, feebly debating now
Whether the close will bring darkness or light.

- Barcroft Boake

It’s been bugging me forever how dark this looked on my new computer, so I tweaked it slightly to ease my pain. I feel less bugged now.

byz-antium:


i’m not one to ever pray for mercy 
or wish on pennies in the fountain or the shrine… (x)  

bookmark commission in two colours 

Yet another fantastic bookmark commission. Working with Khavy was  a treat, and I couldn’t be happier with how this turned out.  byz-antium:


i’m not one to ever pray for mercy 
or wish on pennies in the fountain or the shrine… (x)  

bookmark commission in two colours 

Yet another fantastic bookmark commission. Working with Khavy was  a treat, and I couldn’t be happier with how this turned out.  byz-antium:


i’m not one to ever pray for mercy 
or wish on pennies in the fountain or the shrine… (x)  

bookmark commission in two colours 

Yet another fantastic bookmark commission. Working with Khavy was  a treat, and I couldn’t be happier with how this turned out.  byz-antium:


i’m not one to ever pray for mercy 
or wish on pennies in the fountain or the shrine… (x)  

bookmark commission in two colours 

Yet another fantastic bookmark commission. Working with Khavy was  a treat, and I couldn’t be happier with how this turned out. 

byz-antium:

i’m not one to ever pray for mercy 

or wish on pennies in the fountain or the shrine… (x)  

bookmark commission in two colours 

Yet another fantastic bookmark commission. Working with Khavy was  a treat, and I couldn’t be happier with how this turned out. 

Ten minute Kalamus. Ten minute Kalamus. Ten minute Kalamus.

noblevices:

More on Lykill.  And more of those fab Tardigrad brushes!  And my normal ones. 

The light source is ~*magic*~

Gorgeous!