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Nova, Zin sa Syt: Pastel concept.

Turns out I draw him every year. Nova is just interesting to draw, like a character I can’t fail at. Noting says art like a chaos deity eh?

Though, I think I’m getting better and drawing him as polyandrous and from far east Asia.

Top: full digital render.

Bottom: original journal sketch.

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Annual Summer Solstice illustration of Ex

Made this a while ago. I’m so tired these days, it honestly took a week of chipping away to actually finish.

This years depiction of the OG sun of Molamola, is completely digital (aside from the line art). Layers of filters, gradients, textures, rendering, opacity manipulation, and masks; It was both shorter then a full digital, but longer then just pulling out my old-fassioned Tombow markers. I really wanted to feel like I made a peice of art, given how little I draw.

Burn out or poor health, maybe both, my art progression and completion is less then I’d like this year. It’s hard to physically hold a pen even.

I guess I want to say, that even we haven’t drawn in six-months, or maybe over a year, We can still pick up that pencil again.

Even if no one sees the art, and it never gets posted. Art is an experience on all levels, even if the artist is the only one to remember it.

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Concept: Taren, Zin sa Iroo: Goddess of wheather, earth and arts.

The bonus is the jade armor. The rain effects nearly killed me. But it was a good challenge to draw her with marker.

No story, I just like to draw her in spring!

Mediums: 1.0mm ballpoint, Tombow felt markers, Pentalic paper for pens. Smooting, colour adjustment, and background in Photoshop. 

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Zinyin, Ras sa Zin, and mother of Molamola if you will. Associated with the colour black, I felt like drawing her, and it goes with spooky season!

Medium: Photoshop(speed paint, simple background)

---------------Kan’qua--------------------------------------------------------

The Shjuasivil’sektai, is one of the oldest structures in Molamola. No one knows who built it, or if it’s original purpose was to house Zinyin; The creator of Molamola. Was it a temple? Or is it a government building, filled with records of old, and great halls for dancing and debating. Many important choices, trials, and events have happened here. Worn down, is a generous description of the tattered stone mansion. it’s red carpets, wood furniture, and bricks, rough and eroded.

It is no wonder it was dissembled, by a group of anonymous people for safety; The landmark was nearly about to fall. Kanquilla, the omniscient goddess of knowledge will never tell who did it, but don’t fear for Zinion turned out to have a new and more fitting temple to reside.

In Kranix, land of markets, is a vast countryside. the density of people is so low in Molamola, that there is distance between all. Uniquely, Kranix focus’s on the hospitality and economic sectors; Most of the people within it’s boarders, are just passing through. Few were not born here, and reside all year. The acres, have land to spare for a mansion of obsidian, ebony, amber, and black diamond.

The gothic ascetic, is unsettling at first, until one looks closer. thevelvet carpet woven with stars, the tiles clear between floors, and the windows shaped into diamonds. Zinions symbol is the black diamond star, and her home should reflect that. Black, slate and navy, from floor to ceiling, the windows and crystal chandeliers provide light when she’s home. the walls glitter like stars, the velvet curtains absorbing all light; yet after a week, this macabre building brightens. and Zinyin is happy to have a quiet home.

Though dark, it is new and clean. though cold decor, it is heated and warm. Though arches tight with spire and damask, the halls and rooms are tall. The rows of diamond hatched windows light each meeting room, bath, bed, kitchen, and ballroom. More important choices about Molamola, made with love, and for the sake of all peoples joy, will now be made here. As any temple, a second glance will show the beauty and wonder this afterlife holds.

Above the highest arch ,of the main hall reads: “Within these walls, and its diamond hall, we home our creator, our mother, our maker.”

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Marker drawing of Shelby; trying to post more on my blog, but like all my social accounts, I forget it exists and it’s dying....

also because I’m playing breadth of the wild, and am in chronic illness hell....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Kanqua~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

During the revolution, Shelby son of the wealth deity Akar, was upon the throne of Ven’itereea. But the Pek Nee’ei didn’t want monarchys or religion anymore; or at least they thought they didn’t. In reality, the Shjua’sivil counsel, including Shelby, was keeping Molamola in a sublime state of homeostasis; maintaining the whole afterlife happy. Without Masters of the land like Shelby, or his father Akar, Molamola would succumb to despair. Yet, blinded by propaganda, the Pek Nee’ei forgot this, and Shelby, with his newborn son, became an easy way to snuff out a king, pull a profit from his precious metal antlers and pelt, as well as torture a god. Shelby was reaped by the highest bidder, in front of his helpless father, orphaning his son and country.

Once the revolution had ended, the beings of Molamola realized they still needed some form of Shjua’sivil. Shelby’s son, Meiz, was made ras of Ven’itereea, and Akar was released from his imprisonment, to restore equality of luck and wealth. But both Meiz and Akar still mourned Shelby, haunted by his brutal death.

Tiered of standing by, in the face of suffering, the  deity of time, Septsus, decided to pull Shellby to the present, from the moment before he died. Though there was no change to peoples memories or fates, Shelby's family was not the same. They were colder, fearful, and mistrusting.

Desperate for his father’s protection, and Akar desperate to protect his children , became reliant on each other. Akar saw his children, inspite of different mothers, worth more then any treasure in his trove. Watching one die was one of his most painful memories, that made him eat at himself each day. To Akar’s joy Shelby became a monk, never daring to leave his fathers warded temple. He was scared of people hurting him again if he ever left. Akar, scared to let his son go, watched Shelby become corrupt by his devious aura. Slowly, Akar realized that Shelby should not be a prisoner, and will one day need to leave.

Akar had to work on his centuries of trauma, bring balance to the realm, and had trouble letting Shelby go. When Akar was gone one day, Shelby felt cold, and finally yearned to leave his fathers luxurious keep. As fearful as he was, Shelby became curious of the new Molamola. He went to find his five brothers, and two sisters; and maybe his son. But all seemed to turn him away for their own interesting lives. Each reunion seemed shallow, if also loving. No matter the joy present, Shelby remembered being chased before his murder. Shelby was trapped in a temple now, by his own accord. As an anachronism, unable to reconnect with the changed world.

When Shelby returned to the ancestral grounds, on one brave outing. He found his eldest sister there. Ser’ha is the lesser known of the Akar’s children; For the Midas touch made her little but a fruit picker, making jams and wine. She was the only one happy to have Shelby by her side, and gossip about the world in his absence. The luck and wealth their father bestowed upon her, was used to make aa quiet life. She was untainted and sweet. lovingly tending the valley. She told Shelby to come back whenever he liked, and she’d always offer him a safe and loving place to stay; She didn’t get many visitors after all.

Shelby stayed and helped Ser’ha’s orchard for three days, before he returned to his father’s embrace. He was still scared to leave, and still a piece of treasure in a god’s hoard of gold. But now, he was open to leaving and seeing his family. Knowing he had a home with his father to run to, and family beyond the trove to love him, was comforting for the both of them.

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over the years, I redraw Nova in marker; as he was the first character concept I did in marker. Always in the first street ware I designed for him, during his lime-light arc that made him one of my favourites to write.

I've come a long way from sharpies for sure; It's been ten years and I use Tombow markers, and paper for pen, now. But this isn't markers; it's the line-art from the marker drawing I scanned in and digitized, because vibrant characters show up better in digital. True to colour, if you will.

After writing two novels in a year on my story blog, It is nice to do some art that in the way I used to. No stories, just a character that's fun to draw.

Character: Nova, Zin Sa Syt/ Exselist deity of chaos and suffering (Also known as butterfly, and the jackass dandy with a heart of gold) 2009-present

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Trix, the moon, for the winter solstice of Trix’lee’ai. because I forgot to post a drawing of Ex, the sun, for ex’lee’ai; the summer solstice.

also, almost forgot to post this and because of time zones it wont appear.

but because of nocturnal panic attacks i remembered to post it!

no story needed to explain some fun art of a lawful vil moon godess, who brings sleep, night, and dreams.

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It’s that time of year again!

annual Akar xmas-light antler art.

I’ve been having memory problems, and been absorbed in a years work of writing an alternative fantasy book year; thus neglect my main blog. I have been drawing every day, but because it’s all illustrations for the book, I haven't done any digital art, or posted anything from Molamola this year.

In fact, I haven’t made stories or spent much time in Molamola, and it makes me sad. I have so many developed worlds and characters, I can’t focus.

I feel terrible about it. I’m scared going to forget the world I spent over a decade building. The one that isn’t fun fantasy tropes, but a world full of creative originality.

The first story I ever wrote in words is where Akar came from. To this day he is one of my most beloved characters. A wealth deity who is a homicidal flamboyant family man, and is a 24K gold deer centaur. Maybe I should do an annual Nikolas, nova and lain drawing to?

This is one my favourite Xmas Akars so far, I think. 2017 and 2015 were also good ones. The past few years I have included Nickolas, Lain and Nova; but this year I wanted Akar just as he is. No fancy sweaters included.

Drawing every day has really shown my improvement; It’s been years since I can see a noticeable improvement in my art. However, I forgot a fully digital work of art like this takes six hours... All my art this year has been traditional, which is why I haven’t been posting online. Anyway, hope this brings a little cheer to the end of the cursed year of 2020.