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Working on art style for the hospital scenes…
Failed foliage art direction experiments
Your sores look angry my friend, and your face is red with rage. Your ragged breath tells me you have been weeping…
Your knuckles are cracked and white. You are in pain. Come, I have medicine.
(holds up bottle of strong drink) and so do I, my comforter and nurse maid.
There is a city in the northern isles… You can be made clean. They will care for you and change these filthy dressings.
Come, Let me gather your things. There is a ship at the harbor. It leaves tonight.
Concept image for an interactive poem (and tribute to Geo A Day)
it runs the length of the ridge.
from Ransom’s Point
just south of An Cuan
i do not know how deep
i heard the groaning too.
what do we do?
Joel With Ball.
High-Res Concept . Blender 2.63 / Photoshop