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@ysvyri
Moonless - a new painting! Just a fun, spooky thing for the season đ
For those of you who don't know, I started a YouTube channel! I love to talk about life as an artist, make art vlogs and share my process within short film style videos. Check it out, I hope you'll enjoy it đ Embrace the freedom of being self-taught! âš In this video I will show you how to believe in yourself and take control of your destiny. Together, let's paint a portrait of a girl among flowers and explore a magical garden to feed our curiosity đ±
Ahhh, I love Autumn đ Painted a few years ago, but I still love this painting
I figure I need to start to resurrect Tumblr again, so I'll be updating with new art. This was a sequential painting I made about Youth.
Hey everyone, I hope youâre all well! I just wanted to let you know that fans of my work support me over on Patreon where every month I release narrated videos, process notes, step-by-steps, early access to art and sketches, layered PSDs, brushes and I do Livestreams with my super talented art buddies where we talk business, art and generally hang out in Patreon-exclusive streams with you guys!Â
Iâd love for you to come and join my little community and itâs the best way to support your favourite work during this time :)
I hope to see you there!
âEndearmentâÂ
"Here come the tears Along with terms of endearment Distorted by fear So sincere, it hurts!" â VV Hey everyone, hope you're all doing well. This is my newest painting "Endearment" which will be featured in my Patreon rewards this month. I originally had her holding her heart, but I thought that was too obvious and considered that a bird held better symbolism for what I wanted to portray. I'd love to hear what you guys interpret from this one đŠ
Your art is absolutely spectacular! I'm in love with your piece of Nyx and Cernunnos, so, so beautifully done. Do you by chance take commissions?
Hi there, Iâm not taking commissions right now, but you can sign up to my mailing list at ysvyri.com to be notified first as to when I am :)
Heyy there :) I just stumbled upon your art and I absolutely love it! Do you happen to have an instagram too?
Hi there, sorry it took me a while to reply, I do have an Instagram you can find it at instagram.com/ysvyri
âSpring in the Underworldâ - I was playing around with the ideas of the softness and darkness contrast in my work and I realised that there was no better place to explore this than the myth of Persephone and Hades, the former of which particularly inhabits both qualities. â
I sketched my thumbnail before reading up on the mythology proper and I was rather dismayed â and pleased â to find my interpretation turned it slightly on its head. I didnât want to portray the abduction or Persephone sitting in Hades' lap. I wanted to show her worshipped in his own kingdom. Him falling on his knees before her as she tears into the pomegranates greedily, sitting upon her throne of gnarled dead trees, herself a contrast of life in a desolate place. â Patreon members will get a process video and look behind the scenes!
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âBloomingâ - A new painting done for Mother's Day. My mum had a tough year last year, so anything that'll make her smile is a good thing in my book. She loves gardening, flowers and is happiest when it's sunny. This was inspired by all the new flowers waking up after the winter sleep. As always thank you to patrons on Patreon for making paintings like this one possible
âNyxâ - My painting of the night goddess Nyx done for International Women's Day. This painting was supported by the wonderful people over on my Patreon Limited edition prints are available in my shop (links in profile)Â
"Poppy Mouth" - Finding peace with past things.
I recorded the painting process for this one which will be going out to my supporters on Patreon next month for making personal paintings like this one possible.
Painting for Mermay. A walkthrough of my process is available for the lucky folks over on my Patreon who make every piece possible!
"Ville Valo" - painted for HIM's Bang and Whimper 2017 tour.
âIâm in love with you, and itâs crushing my heart.â
My Patreon is now up and running! Become a member to earn rewards, see process videos, get awesome discounts on huge statement prints and ensure I can deliver more artwork in the future.Â
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âMeinirâ
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Done for the Month of Fear challenge, âHollowâ.
This painting was inspired by a Welsh legend that my dad told me. He is very sick at the moment, so I want to dedicate this to him.
The story is of Rhys and Meinir, childhood sweethearts from the village of Nant who were due to get married. They invited all their friends and family who brought gifts for the couple, one brought a piece of cloth, another bringing some yeast flour, everyone bringing useful things. All the guests and family were looking forward to the joyful occasion on the following day.
In this tiny village the people kept up the tradition of the "Wedding Quest", this meant the bride would run and hide on the morning of her wedding and await to be found.
When the big day arrived, everybody gathered in Clynnog Church, except for Meinir who headed for the hills.
Playing their part, Rhysâ friends searched high and low for Meinir, but to no avail. On discovering his bride was missing, Rhys returned to the Nant and frantically searched for Meinirâs hiding place.
Fraught with worry, Rhys spent months searching for his sweetheart, and slowly lost his mind.
Then one stormy night, while out wandering the heath, Rhys took shelter beneath his favourite oak tree. As he cowered beneath the tree, a bolt of lightning struck the trunk, splitting it in half.
To Rhysâ disbelief, the splintered tree revealed a skeleton wearing a wedding dress. Overcome by emotion, poor Rhys collapsed and died beside his beloved bride.
My dad told me this story when I was a child. Growing up in Wales I was surrounded by folklore, this story, in particular, has always stuck with me.
âThey Blink and Reality Shiversâ
Done for the Month of Fear challenge, âShiverâ.
The saints cannot distinguish between being with other people and being alone: another good reason for becoming one.
They live in trees and eat air. Staring past or through us, they see things which we would call not there. We, on the contrary, see them.
They smell of old fur coats stored for a long time in the attic. When they move they ripple. Two of them passed here yesterday, filled and vacated and filled by the wind, like drained pillows blowing across a derelict lot, their twisted and scorched feet not touching the ground, their feathers catching in thistles. What they touched emptied of colour.
Whether they are dead or not is a moot point. Shreds of they litter history, a hand here, a bone there: is it suffering or goodness that makes them holy, or can anyone tell the difference?
Though they pray, they do not pray for us. Prayers peel off them like burned skin healing. Once they tried to save something, others or their own souls. Now they seem to have no use, like the colours on blind fish. Nevertheless, they are sacred.
They drift through the atmosphere, their blue eyes sucked dry by the ordeal of seeing, exuding gaps in the landscape as water exudes mist. They blink and reality shivers.
âMargaret Atwood, The Saints