They’re all available in my Etsy shop now!
I’ll be making a few others over the summer. If you’d like to get a say in which ones will be made, please check out my Patreon!
“She was chosen because she had not feared the heats of Laurelin, and was unhurt by them, being from the beginning a spirit of fire, whom Melkor had not deceived nor drawn to his service.”
Arien was modelled by my lovely daughter and me. Now she wants to cosplay her. XD
Prints available here!
“And his heart was filled with longing”, watercolours on Bockingford Torchon paper, 21×31 cm. Tuor by the sea.
This started out inspired by a line of the “Book of Lost Tales” as I was re-reading/listening to John Garth’s “Tolkien and the Great War”, and ended up being what I feel whenever I’m in Cornwall.
Wardens of the North. Watercolour and coloured pencil on Canson Vidalon cold-pressed paper, 16×26 cm.
I’m currently on a two-week sick leave after my eye-related headaches got less and less manageable. I’m trying to rest loads, avoid any driving if I can, and training my left eye to take over without protesting too much. It’ll take a lot longer than two weeks to get there (my ophthalmologist is thinking in years), but I hope to give myself a bit of a head start under less stressful conditions. Switching between near and far is the worst. Surprisingly, working on tiny paintings for hours works really well. Which gives me the added recreational experience of doing something that really recharges my mental battery.
“And their eyes met”
Tuor and Idril in Gondolin.
Watercolour on Legion Stonehenge cold-pressed paper, 31×19 cm.
I’m getting closer and closer to the feel that I’ve always wanted to achieve in my art, and, starting a few months ago, finally began to reach. This is another piece squarely along that road!
Elros and Elrond were taken captive, but Elwing with the Silmaril upon her breast had cast herself into the sea. Thus Maedhros and Maglor gained not the jewel; but it was not lost. For Ulmo bore up Elwing out of the waves, and he gave her the likeness of a great white bird, and upon her breast there shone as a star the Silmaril, as she flew over the water to seek Eärendil her beloved.
The Silmarillion: Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath
Watercolour and gouache on Canson Vidalon paper; ~26×35 cm.
Video of this soon on Patreon, along with print discounts! Take a peek :)
“Again therefore in his pain Maedhros begged that he would slay him; but Fingon cut off his hand above the wrist, and Thorondor bore them both back to Mithrim.”
Watercolour on Canson Vidalon cold-pressed paper, app. 22×31 cm.