This is an illustration I did for the August 2014 issue of Popular Science Magazine. The assignment was to show a scifi take on human aging in the future. I wanted to do something relatively positive, so I drew a lady whose life has been been prolonged through cybernetic enhancements and augmentation, so she gets to spend time with her great-great-great-great grandchildren.
Thanks to AD Michelle Mruk!
Wonderful! You have a lot of talent!
How can I lead if I have two good arms?
Chris Pratt for Men’s Fitness (USA - July/August 2014)
Lee Pace + Expectation versus Reality
Lee’s secret desire to be Nick Fury: Privateer?
i just really love globs of paint
I don’t mean to love you. I don’t even want to, I suppose. It’s my mind’s natural response to you. Your intricate beauty. The way you’re so familiar and yet as exciting and mysterious to explore as some vast, deep cave filled with brilliant amethyst crystals and limpid turquoise pools. There’s no motive behind my heart. Nothing I want or need from you. Just your love. Just you to notice me. To hear me. To not be ignored. For you to ache fore too. It’s dolly. I know. I know you don’t love me back. Not the way I love you. I just know. And it’s okay. It’s a vulnerable, terrifying, but authentic place I dwell within. Waiting for the hurt to stop. Praying for the ache to fade. For a pill to take it all away. I wish I could bear the burden, the crushing gravity of my feelings. But I’m brittle and weak and I let it show. I can’t pull it back, it’s too late. I can’t unburden you. And I can’t heal either. I’m raw and weary. And I can’t tell if you’re as confused as me. Or just afraid. Or if you’re just “letting me down easy” when what I need is the truth. It’s not that hard to say “I love you.” It’s harder to say “I’m sorry. I don’t.” I’m just asking you to be brave for me. Asking for you to bear your soul too. Rip off the bandaid. Don’t make excuses. It’s okay. Really. I mean. It’s cruel this way. I’m not blaming you. I’m caught in a trap that I suppose I set myself. But I’m not strong enough to gnaw off my own foot. I need the sharp, clean bite of your axe. The words “it can’t be” from your fingers or lips and not just the paranoid, hollow echoes of my own murky self-loathing. I know it’s not fair. To ask this of you. But now I need your strength. Your mercy. Put me out of my misery. Please.
J2 modeling for saxx~ pose 2！
very happy for Austin move is ture!! O(∩_∩)O哈哈~
Terry in Lord Batman’s synthetic Kryptonite-powered suit from the Justice Lords Beyond arc of Batman Beyond 2.0 <3
fantastic BJD by Nora Ver “Alice in Labyrinth”