okay but how overwhelming it must be for an ainu to have a body: to have existed, spaceless and timeless, without any cognition of limits or confines, and then suddenly to craft a finite cage of flesh; to act upon matter, through matter. The body is action; the body is dead weight. The body is knowledge, it is to know, to experience the world through touch, sight, hearing, smell, taste. The body is ignorance, perception bound by the senses. The body is horror. The body is pleasure. I bet it's both beguiling and frightening at first, and that it never quite ceases to feel alien.
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..."At times he will come unseen to the shores of Middle-earth, or pass far inland up firths of the sea, and there make music upon his great horns, the Ulumúri, that are wrought of white shell; and those to whom that music comes hear it ever after in their hearts, and longing for the sea never leaves them again.''
The image of Uinen as a personification of the Sea
2013
2014
2013
A woman and seagulls, seagulls and the sea—a theme I return to again and again, and no matter how much I paint, it's never enough. A salty wind, scented with seaweed, eternity itself, which one can touch and carry away the memory of that touch. An image of freedom, alluring, but with a bitter aftertaste of loneliness.
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Quick marker drawing of Olórin during his years on the Halls of Mandos :)
He's one of the children of Irmo and Este, though his powers are a specialization of his father's Domain. His Valarin name (hc) is Illibūlēz (Dream-maker), as he's the leader of the Dreambringers. Since communications between Houses/Wards mainly occur through the House/Ward Heads, after a few millennia "Dream Bringer" began to refer to Illibūlēz par excellence, and it remained as a nickname even when he went to apprentice with Nienna. For this, the elves of Valinor later will slightly "mistraslste" his name, for in Quenya he's known as Olórin ("Dream Bringer").
His skin is lilac like Irmo's, and his hair are like his father's too. In this form, his head is shaped like almost perfectly round sphere, on which his face "sits" on in the shape of a butterfly's wings. The markings on his upper wings resemble Vairë's eyes, but they are actually just markings. His actual eyes are the six spots on his lower wings (three on each), round and slightly flattened, with the sclerae of the same fuchsia as the spirals in Irmo's. His irises, however, are the same bright "unnatural" red shade as his lips.
His palms are squat and broad, slightly asymmetrical, and his fingers are long and tapered, with slightly curved tips and sharp claw-like edges. Despite this, they do not cut. Instead, they serve to delicately penetrate the unconscious of mortals, and during sleep, combine the abstract figures and memory elements found there to create dreams.
His "clothes" aren't actually clothes but rather the fana itself. The under strate is a robe dark gray outside and cold gray inside. Over it he "wears" a sort of giornea in the shape of a series of overlapping leaves, a callback to the Gardens of Lórien, and with the colors of Autumn, for autumn is the season where nature prepare to sleep. It could also be interpreted as an inverted flame, foreshadowing his future connection with Narya, the Ring of Fire.
His fana has no feet, instead his robe "creeps" over the ground, with the frayed edges that work like the legs of a centipede.
A return to my old art style in an attempt to soothe a stressful week.
I was working on some more complex art of Melian in this pose in the enchanted woods of her chosen home, but frustration mounted. To prevent myself from losing the spark I had about her I decided to simply make the pose in a simple and dramatic style.
I may return to the 30 hour version I had begun at a later date… but for the moment, colors evade me.
