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Been on the fence about joining Mastodon for a while. Jumped off of it, finally. Hi :]

I'm a character artist, spent a lot of time drawing OCs but also made some Solarpunk stuff, including that one "we would call it Solarpunk" post.

Here's some illustrations I did for the Solarpunk Prompts podcast, with more to come

#introduction #art #solarpunk #hopepunk #illustration #ukraine#myArt

Digital illustration of a vibrant cafeteria scene. We can see through the faraway window that the building is situated somewhere high up in the mountains, likely next to a research station. Visitors are going about their day in the background, and the walls are covered in art.

In the foreground, two people are having a conversation over a vegetarian meal. The person on the left is playfully leaning in, probably asking the other one a question. The second person is gesturing in frustration. To their right is a notebook covered in scribbles, indicating possible creative troubles.
Digital illustration of a vibrant cafeteria scene. We can see through the faraway window that the building is situated somewhere high up in the mountains, likely next to a research station. Visitors are going about their day in the background, and the walls are covered in art. In the foreground, two people are having a conversation over a vegetarian meal. The person on the left is playfully leaning in, probably asking the other one a question. The second person is gesturing in frustration. To their right is a notebook covered in scribbles, indicating possible creative troubles.
A TV studio recording a cooking show, with a clearly distressed cook standing in front of a table full of vegetarian / vegan ingredients, their hands raised placatingly. The audience in front of them is clearly outraged, waving protest signs demanding meat.
A TV studio recording a cooking show, with a clearly distressed cook standing in front of a table full of vegetarian / vegan ingredients, their hands raised placatingly. The audience in front of them is clearly outraged, waving protest signs demanding meat.
Digital illustration of a rooftop vegetable garden under a semi-transparent solar panel, lit by the morning sun. Behind it we see a vibrant residential tower, and yet further - a park still bathed in gentle shadows, as well as a train bridge.

Three people are in the foreground next to the raised garden beds. A grandmother is sitting on a stool, explaining something to the curious child who's crouching nearby. To the left, a girl, clearly in the middle of doing something, appears to have zoned out and is now looking into the distance, fiddling with her necklace.
A watering can is dripping on the thin stone-tiled path nearby.
Digital illustration of a rooftop vegetable garden under a semi-transparent solar panel, lit by the morning sun. Behind it we see a vibrant residential tower, and yet further - a park still bathed in gentle shadows, as well as a train bridge. Three people are in the foreground next to the raised garden beds. A grandmother is sitting on a stool, explaining something to the curious child who's crouching nearby. To the left, a girl, clearly in the middle of doing something, appears to have zoned out and is now looking into the distance, fiddling with her necklace. A watering can is dripping on the thin stone-tiled path nearby.
Digital illustration. The scene is set on a spring morning.
A middle-aged woman is standing in the centre of the frame, holding a miner's helmet in one hand and in the other - a flyer, close to her chest.
Before her is a statue of two people, one of which is pulling the other out of a hole while holding onto a small wind turbine. A discarded pickaxe is lying on the ground.
The woman looks uncertain, but there's a hopeful glimmer in her eye.

In the background is a building the second floor of which looks drastically different from the first: it's much more colorful and imaginative. The text on the building reads "Community Center"
Digital illustration. The scene is set on a spring morning. A middle-aged woman is standing in the centre of the frame, holding a miner's helmet in one hand and in the other - a flyer, close to her chest. Before her is a statue of two people, one of which is pulling the other out of a hole while holding onto a small wind turbine. A discarded pickaxe is lying on the ground. The woman looks uncertain, but there's a hopeful glimmer in her eye. In the background is a building the second floor of which looks drastically different from the first: it's much more colorful and imaginative. The text on the building reads "Community Center"

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A few more illustrations by Jean-Jacques Grandville (1803-1847) from "Public and private life of animals".

I really enjoy his insects and other animals that are not often drawn anthropomorphized. So much character in these!
#FromTheInspirationFolder

#illustration #grandville

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Some of the marvelous illustrations by Jean-Jacques Grandville (1803-1847) from "Public and private life of animals", written by P. J. Stahl.
#FromTheInspirationFolder

#illustration #grandville

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LAST LOOK BACK (1989)
Acrylic on Watercolor Board - 36" x 24"

The way to the far horizon can only be made by transcending the red hill...beyond is only sky. 1/4

#sciencefiction#scifi #scifiart #illustration #robertheinlein

Portrait of author Robert Heinlein standing boldly in profile to face the twilight of an alien world. White hair recedes back on his forehead. A thin mustache traces his upper lip. He looks debonair, with the air of a mystic as shadow falls across the back of his coral robe. He holds a cane loosely in his right hand; his weight doesn't rest on it. Baked by strange light, papers and a half buried book lie discarded on the rippling sand behind him. A shiny silver rocket, suggesting a Hugo award, points skyward. Caught in a moment—either taking flight or landing, with wings unfurled—an owl curls its talons about a curl of branch set on a plaque. Just beyond the shore where Heinlein stands, pearlescent blue water undulates and churns. A pair of islands, flanking him on either side, sit the horizon. A striped moon hangs over a mountainous peak on one isle; a square arch sits on a longer stretch of land to his right. Higher up, two gibbous craggy moons hang overhead.
Portrait of author Robert Heinlein standing boldly in profile to face the twilight of an alien world. White hair recedes back on his forehead. A thin mustache traces his upper lip. He looks debonair, with the air of a mystic as shadow falls across the back of his coral robe. He holds a cane loosely in his right hand; his weight doesn't rest on it. Baked by strange light, papers and a half buried book lie discarded on the rippling sand behind him. A shiny silver rocket, suggesting a Hugo award, points skyward. Caught in a moment—either taking flight or landing, with wings unfurled—an owl curls its talons about a curl of branch set on a plaque. Just beyond the shore where Heinlein stands, pearlescent blue water undulates and churns. A pair of islands, flanking him on either side, sit the horizon. A striped moon hangs over a mountainous peak on one isle; a square arch sits on a longer stretch of land to his right. Higher up, two gibbous craggy moons hang overhead.