Mr. Sardelli

No maucta ▪ Sk/Cz/It/En/Ru ▪ He/Him ▪ Discworld ▪ The Dear Hunter ▪ Hand-drawn 2D Animation ▪ My first time here. I've got my desk drawers flooded with old illustrations and 2D animation thumbnails. Thought of dumping some of it here. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ Getting myself through the thrills and struggles of vet med. I like 1920s cars, rats, and specific pieces of music. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ 20-something doomer-to-bloomer ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ My biggest visual style inspirations: Sylvain Chomet, Juanjo Guarnido, Ivan Bilibin and Fritz Schwimbeck. The Icon used is The Cellist by Gustave Courbet 1874.

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Murter Island, Croatia - Old Outdoor Watercolour Piece, 2023

I can still smell the pines just from looking at this old scrap. Who would've thought I'd find a feral rabbit colony living in here.

I tried to do it standing, as it provided a better view, so I clipped a cup of Pribináčik container on my belt for the water.

A couple years later and I'm still trying to figure out which details to keep and which ones to filter out in the process.

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Old Watercolor Piece - Palette Practice.

This cheap plastic thing from 1983 Czechoslovakia...This is the best art supply ever. They just don't make them anymore. I found this in our old house cellar once, apparently somebody has been using it as a surface to cool down hot metal, but the solid palettes inside were still intact. I've been using them for six years now, and the fillings are still in there... Old stuff like this is the best.

I was aiming for a more muted down earthy palette, going minimalistic with a two-gradient shading and bold pronounced lines. I consider Juanjo Guarnido a huge inspiration in that regard, his Les Indes Fourbes and Blacksad are watercolor masterworks, and really aspiring pieces of work regarding watercolor skills.

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The Dear Hunter: Act III - The Tank (Intro and Initial Pencil Sketches)

Still, he moves on..

Arm and iron

(On and on..)

Conquer heart and soul

Love the transitions between the tracks on Act III. The Thief tremolo fading and going fully into Mustard Gas might be my favourite one, details like the ending of What It Means to be Alone with the ambiguous machine sounds followed by the strings in The Tank add so much to the overall album.

Summer has been quite busy, but this is one of the tracks that I really wanted to include in the mini collection.

I know that the tracks, the plot, lyrics and the overall context of the Acts is more symbolic, abstract, lyrical and fictional rather than naming exact dates and places. But for my own reference I took major inspiration from the 1917-18 Doughboys somewhere in France, encountering the very first models of tanks for the first time. Particularly the French Renault FT, which nowadays wouldn't seem overly imposing in its size, but definitely shook infantrymen who have never encountered a tank before.

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The Dear Hunter: Act III - Saved

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The Dear Hunter - Act III Pencil Illustrations: Mustard Gas (Pt. I)

Here they are, the wicked

A panic floods the fields

Deliverance unthinkable

They play their part, performing oh, so well

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The Dear Hunter - Act I to V - Rough Hand-Drawn Animation scraps assemble!

Believe you me, the price is clear

A child born, the mother near

To death and life as hand in hand

A failed life exposed the man...

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Can't wait to dig into finishing some Act III pieces after I manage to crawl out of these vet med exam trenches. Just failed my last exam today. Just when you thought you reached the long awaited end, it keeps going on..

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The Dear Hunter - Act III Pencil Illustrations: The Poison Woman (Pt. I)

With the weight of the world on her shoulders

She don't want none of the sins

As they unfurl

In her palms!

In her palms!! ...

(For this one I had a little long time designing the figure of the Poison Woman, as I wanted to maintain something eerily ambiguous about her, hence the empty socket-like eyes. Also, there's a few real plants. Durman, Yew, Poppy, Nightshade berries, Pilocarpus and a bit of an Ipecac tincture..)

Just to add, I really do love the transitions between all the tracks on this album.

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Jánošíkova Kolkáreň, Northern Slovakia

For some reason I rarely work with colors nowadays and stick to faded monochrome. I recently found this old panoramic watercolor painting I once did while sitting in the blueberry bushes of the Carpathian mountains in Northern Slovakia. There's nothing quite like doing a live painting and trying to figure out the shadows changing and moving in real time, the paper wrinkling and bending, water spilling all the time..

Peace and serenity to all the bears living in here.

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Just an old pencil piece.

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Monstrous Regiment: Old Pencil Thumbnails

...That’s my best offer.’ He took a sip of tea, and added, ‘It’s a better one than most of the Tenth got, I’ll tell you. I heard your regiment got wiped out.’

Polly’s expression didn’t change, but she felt herself curl up into a tinyball behind it.

Look at the eyes, look at the eyes. Liar. Liar.

‘Wiped out?’ said Blouse.

Towering dropped his mug of tea...

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Monstrous Regiment: Sergeant Towering Pencil Thumbnails - Blouse Drinking Tea with the Enemy - Surely There's Nothing that Could Go Wrong...

‘And he’s made the tea lukewarm so’s it won’t hurt when I splashes it in his face,’ Towering went on. He gave Polly the steady, honest gaze of the born bastard.

Polly held it, lie for lie.

‘Oh, yeah. The Ankh-Morpork people’ve got a little printing press on a cart, over on the other side of the river,’ said Towering, still watching Polly.

‘For morale, they say. And they sent the picture back to the city, too, on the clacks. Don’t ask me how. Oh yeah, a good picture. “Plucky Rookies Trounce Zlobenia’s Finest”, they wrote. Funny thing, but it looks like the writer man didn’t spot it was the Prince. But we all did!’

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Monstrous Regiment: The Worst Cup of Tea Ever Made by a Serving Soldier

...backing away as long as possible so as not to miss the end of the tragedy. Then she turned and ran.

‘Oh, sugar!’ Polly tipped some into the worst cup of tea ever made by a serving soldier and ran back to the clearing.

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Monstrous Regiment: Lieutenant Blouse - Old Pencil Thumbnails

Now Towering was laughing. He was far too relaxed for a bound man, and Blouse sounded far too much like a nice but worried man trying to appear firm and determined. To Polly, it was like watching a child bluffing in poker against a man called Doc.

‘A word in private, Perks?’ snapped Blouse. He drew her closer, but Polly kept her eye on Sergeant Towering. He might be bound hand and foot, but she wouldn’t have trusted a man who grinned like that if he’d been nailed to the ceiling.

‘Perks, you are making a great contribution but I really will not have my orders continually questioned,’ said Blouse.

‘You are my batman, after all. I think I run a “happy ship” here, but I will be obeyed. Please?’

It was like being savaged by a goldfish, but she had to admit he had a point.

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Night Watch - Captain Findthee Swing Final Confrontation - Some really old Pencil Sketches

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Night Watch: What a bunch. I know you well, gentlemen.

There was some more laughter. We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.

What a bunch. I know you well, gentlemen. You’re in it for the quiet life and the pension, you don’t hurry too much in case the danger is still around when you get there, and the most you ever expected to face was an obstreperous drunk or a particularly difficult cow. Most of you aren’t even coppers, not in your head. In the sea of adventure, you’re bottom-feeders.

And now, it’s war... and you’re in the middle. Not on either side. You’re the stupid little band of brownjobs. You’re beneath contempt. But believe me, boys – you’ll rise.

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Guards! Guards!: Old Pencil Thumbnails for Animation - A Game of Charades for Carrot - 'The Summoning of Dragons'

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Night Watch: Young Nobby

𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺. 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. 𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘐𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵.𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳.- Night Watch, p. 173