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Clapper Rail (Rallus crepitans), mother & chicks, family Rallidae, order Gruiformes, MS, USA

Not as much progress as I would have liked today - slept in until 11:20am for no reason. But, oh well, some progress is better than none, and tackling this in discrete chunks is probably the best idea overall because I’m not actually… very clear on how Urna looks. I know what I want her tail, face, and specific portions of her body to look like, but as a complete package she’s still “???”

Urna’s tail, and Hortetian before tragedy. Ripple Beasts / Hands of the Sculptor are and are not made of stone / mineral. They are still carbon based but share a certain range of similarities to Angels, which are silicon based.

Something slightly different from a number of months back. Engaging with IO has become difficult over a last few years. The energy is still there but it simply just doesn't want to be applied here - hence so much investment to other things. These two sheets are the result of my mentor encouraging me to externalise my concepting process. Most of my personal art processes are internal and come out only in writing, in part due to not seeing a point in drawing these rawer figments; what does eventually get drawn is "finished" in my brain after months to years of rolling and shaping it where it can't be seen. The results of these exercises have been curious so far. Notes from this set:

Beelzebub's Former Heavenly Host

Willingly followed him into Hell and blessed by the Beast. Flowered from Hell's lowest instars to the most fearsome of Dis. They are the Guard of the Fly. They say to their brethren still in Heaven: "Our love for the Throne's light has not ceased. It burns brighter here, where the light shines at its most meaningful in a presumed absence. Weep not for us, we are here of our own happy will.' Blind, horned, suggestive: sexed and sexless. Given the forms of Hell's lowest, to climb to their desired heights. All Guard begin as grubs. Their purpose is to pray. Faith leads to pupation. Those who eclose from their armour become lanterns for Hell's enemies. Their forms consume light, leaving only them. To fall victim to their glow is to be lathed by Hell's Tongue, to be deafened by its Voice, and blinded by its Truths. The celestial Courts fear the Lanterns of the Fly, for they know they will cast treacherous shadows under their light. Theirs is the light of Confession.

Choir of the Lowered

Friends, thank you so much for the massive support and these 15 recent donations!

Thank you so much for the 12 additional donations! My family consists of 12 people. We have already lost my father and my brother to this war, and we cannot afford to lose Samer.