[Image description: A digital painting of Jack Goodman from An American Werewolf in London. It shows his face and the top of his shoulders. He's staring off into the distance with a slight smile. His neck is ripped ragged, comprised solely of exposed viscera. The wounds stretch up onto his face, mostly destroying his left cheek. It travels up in two raw lines across his face. Some of his jacket is torn and bloodied too. Jack is mostly drawn with greens and yellows with reds primarily coming from the gore. There's a light blue shirt shoulder in the bottom left corner. Over it, in a dark yellow, there's silhouettes of Jack and David walking. The shoulder looks like a path behind them. The background is mauve, coloured in with scratchy lines.]
Inktober - Day 3 (Path)
Movie - An American Werewolf in London (John Landis, 1981)
heres a drawing of a shot i really like from the movie "an american werewolf in london" i have so much brainrot for this movie right now and im so sad my rental period for this movie expired but at least i got to watch it 3 times within a day (because im so normal about movies and enjoy things a normal amount)
trying to decide which of my drawings to post on tumblr is such a funny experience like... do i post a piece i spent hours on or do i post jack and david getting sloppy
Roshan walks with the two Potts, gazing around at the fields and forests painted in warm colors by the setting sun. He remarks, "It is a lovely view from here."
Gazing outward, past the broken walls he had put up 20 years ago, Arthund nods and says, "Forgot. Forgot how... how pretty it all is."
I recently finished running an original oneshot for some friends, The Reaching Woods. It was a story about a little village surrounded by a big wall and the nearby forest's sudden overgrowth threatening to crush it all. It was also a story about blame and guilt.
Arthund Potts, when we met him, could barely speak at all. Too many years spent drinking and weeping. If he was even conscious he was all grunts and sloppy gestures. The scene above was at the end of the oneshot (okay, eighteenshot), once the party returned from the dark, evil woods.