Aurë entuluva!

"How do you say goodbye back home?" "We don't. We do this."

My entry for Clip Studio Paint 46th international illustration contest!

Grandma never meet such big kitty before, and is very content of such a meeting.

Are you able to find all the cats? Try to count them before you swipe for close ups and let me know in the comment how much you was able to find!

A little story: This is a milestone when comes to my art. If you're familiar with my artistic output you very much know that all of my works - I don't even count isolated exceptations over the course of more than decade - are depiction of individual animals, occassionally pairs or groups, with or without decorative elements.

No scenes - interior or exterior - no environments at all. No history behind the artwork other than history that pet owners has in their hearts related to their relationship with the beloved pet.

As long as it's nothing wrong with that and I really enjoy drawing pets as well as I'm honored when a owner came to me to make a memorable artwork of their deceased pet, I really wanted to do something more for a very long time. I wanted to tell a story, and I wanted to make a personal art. Because believe it or not, I'm not making personal art for a couple of years already and it's just insane.

So here's one.

Tim: are you calling me queer?

teacher: that’s absolutely not what I was-

Tim: what’s wrong with being queer?

classmate: oh my god, they’re being homophobic to Tim Drake

Marigold

+ speedpaint

The descriptions of this in The Silmarillion and The Children of Húrin especially to me are so vivid and strangely beautiful; the swords like a forest, the sons of Fëanor scattered like leaves in the wind, the sun setting upon the blood soaked rivulets of Serech and the strong winds building.

The line about night falling in Hithlum is especially grim to me knowing what is to befall Aerin, Morwen and all those left in Dor-lómin, as well as the displacement of many of the Sindar of Mithrim. The devastation of the Nírnaeth gives way to so much more horror.

Thus ended the Nírnaeth Arnoediad as the sun went down beyond the sea.

but there are so many stories i've read over the years that could be summarized into a few sentences of bland-sounding plot, and it's the execution that matters. it's the writing. it's the writing!

a talented writer can turn a bland plot into a story you want to devour. and someone who only cares about ideas can take the most interesting idea ever conceived and make it unreadable/unwatchable.