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The Mountain

The Mountain
20cm x 14cm
Acrylic on paper

Here is my next piece, inspired by the game DEATH STRANDING. I came across this screencap from the game, taken of of snow-capped mountains looming behind a curtain of fog, which combines two of my favourite things in nature: mountains and fogs. I love mountains because they are so majestic and terrifying to behold. And I love fogs because everything always looks more interesting (and terrifying) in fog.

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The Port

The Port
20cm x 14cm
Acrylic on paper

Revisiting an old medium with new inspiration. It has been a while since I used acrylic paint, and I have missed it so much.

Very clearly, I have been enjoying myself with DEATH STRANDING. This piece was most definitely inspired by the game, and I owe much of that inspiration to the game’s visual designs. Even used a couple of screencaps of Port Knot City as reference.

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#21

I walked through the woods, bracing myself against the wind howling through the trees that, as tall and old as they were, swayed and creaked, threatening to tumble over me as I came right alongside them. Not that it mattered if they did. I was done. They could crumple me under their combined weights for all I cared. 

The rain continued to pour, the cold icy drops stinging like needles of ice upon my skin. Above, lightning streaked across the sky with the crackle of thunder, sending a shudder down my spine as I plodded through the undergrowth, my boots ankle deep in earth at every step I took. 

Exhaustion soon took over and I had to stop. I couldn’t bear to walk on any further, although my mind kept screaming at me to carry on. I bent down, leaning my hands against my knees as I caught my breath. It was in that moment when my mind melted into a state of clarity and quite suddenly, my eyes welled up with tears. I had quietly attempted to dismiss it as the rain getting in my eyes at first, but I would only be lying to myself.  Yes, I didn’t have the hood of my raincoat over my head, so technically whatever moisture that was clouding my eyes was quite possibly part rain, but there was a separate sensation, a gentle yet painful squeeze, that one could never deny feeling at the inner corners of one’s eyes that rain alone could never blamed for. And so I was forced to admit it: I was crying.

Photo by Thowo Wolkowski on Unsplash

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The Strand

“There is something about the beach, that enthralls me. The way the sound of the waves just drowns everything out, and makes one imagine things one would otherwise have no time to imagine. It makes one consider many things, many possibilities. It’s a mysterious place, it’s a wondrous place, it’s a frightening place, where the mind stretches as deep as the ocean, wrought with marvels and terrors. Fascinating.”

Okay, I didn’t really have any other reason for this piece than to test the new Gelly Roll white ink pens that just arrived at my doorstep. I did the picture with brush pen several days back, which had this large patch of dark blue in the lower right corner that just made the picture looked empty. But then I thought: “Wouldn’t it be great it I had white ink to write something there and make it look like one of those beautiful art journaling pages?” That was when I went to Shopee to look for white ink pens.

And today they arrived, and I went to town with them. I am, admittedly, very happy with the results. I even coloured in the sky with the white ink so that it won’t look all black and flat.