|Some sketches that I was able to put together in a quick way through Photoshop. With that in mind, I think it could work as a framed in picture on a wall.|
|#1: A lonely man in the street. (Started on the figure, but not sure of the outcome...)|
#2: Whatever I want on a whim...(As often as possible)
#3: Comics in general. (Going to work on several strips eventually.)
#4: A Prometheus Fanfic
#5: Additional artworks related to my own creativity. (A series of paintings and drawings)
#6: Leafes for the new Yggdrasil Tree
#7: Asaara Adaar (My Qunari char from Dragon Age:I. I am sketching it, but I am focusing on a commission now...)
KotOR: Grey - Chapter 1There had been light once.
A single sun-drenched moment.
It was lost now, along with the rest of it.
That was good. As it should be. As it had always been.
There was, however, no shadow either.
No dark, no rage, no hatred, no blistering passion.
Even a Jedi might approve.
The thought might have twisted a smile on his lips, if he had been other than what he was now.
Revan had told him. The part of his mind that had once cared about such things spied her Republic boyfriend tensing for action as his own numb fingers had clutched at her robes. That same part of his mind noted with cold efficiency the hot tears that ran down his face, the cold 'crete floor beneath his knees.
That part of his mind was all that was left of Atton Rand.
The rest of him died in that moment.
He wondered idly whether the others in the room had heard the crack when it happened.
All those things that had been him no matter what identity he carried all those things were gone. His hair
Walk Away - Chapter 1She watched him sleep. The cold touched her lips, her skin but he would not.
She had broken his heart, she knew. She had turned away from his love.
This was not the place for love.
She wasnt a woman to be loved, she knew.
She was a woman of blood and magic.
She was a woman of pain.
It might have been different.
He had died for her, she knew
Like so many others.
She allowed herself a minute to watch his breath,
Steaming in this wasteland.
The fire of his hair could warm the night, she knew.
This was no place for love.
This was no place for tears they freeze before they fall.
Her heart was too frozen to break.
I .. I love you, my lady.
If she didnt blink, the tears would never fall. Even with her gaze fixed on the flickering blaze, the wind took her breath away and froze the telltale drops before they could form.
He slept, just out of reach of her fingertips had she thought to reach out. She did not.
The firelight glistened on his hair, warm
I AM STANDING ON A FLYING CANVAS |
Illustration made by Keali
Commissions are available
Feel free to send me a note if you have questions
Sorry, guys but:
I am what people would call a artist who doesn't like to rely on just one media. I work on several ways of making artwork, whether be pencil, graphite, oil pastel, pencil pastel, etc. Focuses on paintings of strange creations, and sometimes I have my ways to cope with Photoshop whenever I wanna make something abstract or try to work on semi realism. Sometimes making simplified characters like that Albino Llama above : fav.me/d5pq1fe
I do Derpydidoo comics;.---> zabani.deviantart.com/gallery/… where thers's some fan related stuff and something that came up in my mind. Some of them just some quickies others relatively okay done.
I'm gonna do some editing whenever I have the extra time.
Otherwise you see some crazy creations like this: ---> zabani.deviantart.com/gallery/…
You'll be the jugde
NEWS: I am now also available on Weebly where all my original artwork is present as portfolio: zabaniart.weebly.com/
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