Showing posts with label drawing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drawing. Show all posts

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Illustrations from "Time Atlas", New Story Published on Planetary Stories

My new story "Time Atlas" has been Published in "Planetary Stories". Working along with beloved editor Shelby Vick, this story is also illustrated by me. Here, I am simply posting the illustrations. For accessing the story, please visit my website here.

The Cover of my Story

Kalub and Zeekra are walking the Smaragdian pastures to go back to their village (1st era of the revolution)

Two Robocopters are spotted from the human outpost, while attacking Aerelpool (2nd era of the revolution)

Shook is forced to meet the Noosphere (4th era of the revolution)

Friday, April 9, 2010

The Search at the End of Light

This frottage drawing with pencil alone is entitled "the search at the end of light". In my context, it represents the quest of man to find what is after death.

Although it is mostly like a mountain landscape, several interpretations pointed out a possible illustration of the nervous system along with the neuron synapses. Many people see the deer creature within the circular window formed in the front landscape.

Monday, March 22, 2010

God sent an angel to bring love, down to Earth

This frottage work with pencil only is entitled as "God sent an angel to bring love, down to Earth", represents one of the numerous attempts to make use of sets of coins, compact discs and pencils under a soft piece of A4 paper!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Mouse - Digital Spraying

This work has been accomplished in Microsoft Office "draw" and belongs to a series of works, appointed with the name "digital spraying". Actually, the reason for naming this series that way, is that only the tool "spray" was used to draw these pictures. All the lines are free style, no prefixed shapes have been used to complete the drawing.

The name of this drawing is "mouse".

It took no longer than 2-3 hours to draw it as well as some cups of hot black coffee, sitting against a window at my room, in a cold Greek night, along with some potentially-forgotten memories of my pre-Toronto life.