Burn Her

I have often fantasised about what would have happened if the cowardly, misogynistic thugs, and their unattractive, bitter, finger-pointing enablers, who burned bright, independent young woman as ‘witches’, had accidentally burned someone who was, perhaps even unknowing, actually some kind of powerful creature…

… and instead of screaming and begging, the flames caused her to sigh in delight…

… as they transmogrified her mortal shell into her actual, elemental body, her real powers suddenly blossoming…

… would she look at the her feeble-minded accusers with wrathful, power-filled eyes, before giving them a taste of their own punishment?…

… or would she look down of their fear-drenched, grovelling forms with the distain they deserved…

… and, with a flick of her mind, turn the flames into gorgeous raiment?

Plasmic Evolution

I recently pursued evolving this gorgeous, gossamer/fluid-like substance…

… which I quickly began calling ‘plasma’, for want of a better name…

… and while, technically, it isn’t, artistically, and close-enough-for-me…

… it totally is! Gorgeous space-substance…

… drifting through the vastness of interstellar space…

… slowly evolving…

… into space flowers (:

Pure Gorgeousness

I kind of hit the wall, with my satisfaction with my Mj output, about a month ago…

… admittedly, I also drastically reduced the intensity of my addiction…

… to the the point where it is now September, and I have yet to run out of ‘fast’ render time from August…

… for the first time, ever… usually I have blasted through my fast time, half way through the month…

… so, whether I hit a wall, or I just haven’t been putting in the grind, I have felt the standard of my recent output has been pretty mediocre…

… right up until a few days ago…

… when I just got on a roll (still at a newly casual pace) and started producing these absolute beauties…

… I am in love with them all…

… pure gorgeousness (:

Earendel Rising

The first thing that struck us, when we arrived at Earendel Rising, was the brobdingnagian scale of the place…

… this ‘building’ is like some Third Reich lunatics acid dream… we hardly saw any other avi’s here, but the ones we did see were always huddled around the few actual people-scaled places…

… the upper levels are vaguely places a living being might feel comfortable…

… but, historically, and certainly psychologically…

… this kind of architectural scale is designed to awe, if not to straight out intimidate…

… this is a place for giants and megalomaniacs…

… not for tiny beings…

… I’m not running it down…

… it’s a wonderful build…

… but the size is overwhelming…

… it’s not really a ‘building’…

… it’s more of a massive, tiered plaza…

… multiple, stacked, pseudo-classical/brutalist spaces…

… where people go…

… to feel small, and insignificant. Still, as I said, it’s a spectacular build, and definitely worth a visit, so you can make up your own mind about whether you feel comfortable, or irrelevant, here.

Fae Love

Here’s some stunningly gorgeous Fae princesses, because…

… hell, why not!?…

… I have yet to tire of using Mj to create such fabulous eye-candy…

… and, of course, these sweet creatures are, if you follow and are familiar with me/my work, central themes in my various fantasy musings…

… reality needs more exposure to such other-worldly, pure, guileless beings…

… like the ones I populate my fantasy realms with. Of course, if you know me, you’ll also know these cuties, though innocent, can turn you to a pile of embers if you piss them off (:

Currently at Soho

Currently, hung in my Soho gallery, are 8 images from my ‘Dream Fashion’ series…

… I really love these images…

… I love the rich detail…

… the lush palette…

… but what I like most…

… is the feeling of tranquility….

… and even bliss…

… that I get from these beautiful images.

Travellers

The Travellers are members of an ancient, highly secretive order…

… they are chosen from all the humanoid races in the galaxy…

… always female, they are recruited from the ranks of the brightest young things, usually, though not always, when they are still quite young…

… their mission is to visit all the inhabited worlds in the galaxy…

… they travel between these worlds in suspended animation, in ships whose technology is known only to their order…

… as a result of these long spans in transit stasis, they are, chronologically, extremely old. They usually spend decades on a planet, carefully observing every aspect of that places culture and development…

… then return to their hidden home-world to report what they have observed, where that knowledge is stored in a vast archive that contains the greatest collection of such data anywhere in the known universe…

… though they always operate alone, they are far from unprotected, or defenceless… they are trained in the most efficient fighting techniques from all the worlds, and protected by invisible nanotech devices which are basically armoured space suits, so they are impervious to most physical threats, though they are also highly skilled in the arts of diplomacy and threat assessment, so generally avoid physical altercations…

… though their order is secretive, it is also known to the ruling elites of most planets, who buy the services of the orders data analysts, hence the Travellers are generally treated as ambassadors. Their lives are long, and exciting, fascinating, and glamorous.

Autumn Loves Winter

Autumn and Winter are lovers who can never touch…

… Autumn craves Winters embrace…

… she feels the cold power of Winters allure…

… she flirts ever closer to her forbidden, older sister. But, just as their lips touch…

… Autumn fades into Winter…

… Winter is left with the taste of Autumns leafy breath lingering in her mouth, and her long, sleepy journey to Spring just beginning.

Daemon Fall

When a Daemon loses control of the colossal power she has wielded for so long…

… that energy rips her Daemon shell apart…

… she explodes across the sky of whatever primordial world she was working on, often creating one last world in her dying, pyrotechnic paroxysm…

… but it is only her Daemon shell that is destroyed…

… she is transmogrified, in those cathartic seconds of atomic annihilation… she becomes something else. She finds herself on one of the nascent worlds she built. She is no-longer Daemon, she is made of nearly indestructible star-matter…

… she is now a World Guardian, her aeons of building work are over, she can now rest for a while. Eventually this world will have other, mortal inhabitants, who she will care for. To them, of course, she will be a god.

Daemon Demise

The Daemon work tirelessly, for thousands of years, realising the intentions of the World Builders…

… whether they were alien, human, or god to begin with becomes irrelevant…

… they become Daemon. They begin to resemble the material they work with, to contain the same awesome power they wield…

… they begin to burn with the force of a star’s core…

… their sheer strength of mind contains this force for thousands more years…

… but, eventually, they forget to contain it, they actually begin to become what they are building…

… they burn, brighter and brighter, losing themselves in their mission…

… until they lose containment.