Show me your paintings! Here is the one I just finished making for Mysrai, it's Zoku's interpretation of their meeting.
The Urchin and the Phoenix
Centered upon the black canvas is a bright blob. The ambiguous blob faintly resembles that of a phoenix, the details of talons and crudely drawn waves of fire behind it giving it definition. Around the phoenix, making a loose circle are many vaguely human white figures. They all appear to be holding hands as They circle the phoenix, musical notes drawn above their heads to show They sing. Three small question marks lie above the young fire bird's head, grey in color, the shade looking like a mix between the black backdrop and the color of the ethereal Children. At the feet of the Children are flower petals, kicking up behind each of the Children's feet as They are depicted skipping around the phoenix. Written on the bottom, in sky blue text are the words, "The Urchin and the Phoenix" and below that is the signature of the artist, a overly large "Z" with "oku" sitting by the bottom angle and stretching to the end of the z.
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The Divine Pantheon of Magnagora
Austere and intricately worked, this oil portrait portrays the four Divine whom call Magnagora home. Lord Fain stands central, depicted in flowing robes of stygian; His Crimson Masque twisted into a sadistic smirk. From one cruel hand dangles a marionette on strings, dancing to its master's tune. Standing to His side is The Enchantress, a vision of aesthetic perfection draped in an exquisite gown of lavender that sets Her eyes alight and enhances the allure of her small smile. In the sky above Her hovers a tiny nightingale, slowly swooping towards Her upraised Hand. Next is Lord Raezon to one side, enshrouded in a scholarly set of blue robes, His expression cool. He cradles a heavy, ancient tome beneath one arm, an argent pentacle embossed on its cover. On the opposite side of the portrait stands He Who is Legion, clad in an aristocratic charcoal suit and His features hard and malevolent. Twining around one forearm is a serpent of jade and black, curling about to bite its own tail.
The Great d'Murani Warlord
Austere and imposing, this portrait has been painted with meticulous detail of the great Warlord, Silvanus d'Murani. A shadowy cloak shrouds much of his gaunt figure, the deep hood doing little to hide the nobility of his features. His shoulders are hunched and yet his bearing is regal, erubescent eyes blazing dispassionately at the world beyond and his mouth set in a grim, implacable smirk, as though weighing the threat of his prey and dismissing it as nought. His hands are all that can be seen of his body, the skin showing ragged orange scars and decaying, burned flesh. Upon one finger a platinum ring gleams, a majestic kestrel of Great House d'Murani in flight, and on another a simple signet ring. Arrayed behind the impressive figure is a large black banner, rippling in the breeze, the cloth slashed with a line of vivid red. Upon the banner is a massive hawk-like kestrel, its wings spread wide and talons splayed as though in the act of the hunt.
Manteekan, Father of Nightmares
Rendered in muted tints with sparse pops of color, the scene that unfolds before your eyes is one of terrible Wyrden beauty, blanketed beneath the spread of Mother Night's black embrace. Elder ravenwoods loom and cast shadows across the glade that dominates the piece, blotting out the argent light of Mother Moon as it seeks to cast its gentle radiance upon the lurking fog that coalesces beneath the canopy. There is a humanoid shape to the amorphous haze, and it boasts a twisting noose crafted of thick vine and thorned brambles about its ephemeral throat. Within the mist, two luminescent eyes of pale, icy blue reside, fixed upon the being it clutches within its spidery fingers: a pallid human of indeterminate gender, being fed a thick, shadowy concoction from a simple, jade bottle. At the feet of the ice-eyed mist sit nightmarish amalgamations of the races found across the Basin of Life, shadowy faelings and twisted mugwumps whispering sweetly into the ears of eager victims while horned taurians and feral loboshigaru rend unchanged enemies asunder upon a battlefield of blackened ice. The blood from this slaughter spills over a narrow ledge to pool beneath it, a sanguine waterfall bathing elegant script wrought in golden tints: Father of Change. The piece has been signed in the lower right corner, Stygian letters forming the name Ulalah Stormcrow.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
'a blasphemous painting of Divine Triumph'
A heartwrenching tragedy to some and a soaring triumph to others, this painting has been placed within a frame of black iron. The stylised latticework of the metal curves in gentle spirals around the rectangular canvas, a strange mix between wisps of clouds and spiderweb. The cloth within portrays a long plain of wasteland, jades and emeralds used to pick out individual wisps of acidic gas escaping the ground. The eye is immediately drawn to the glowing form of Drocilla, the Enchantress, who stands over the fallen form of Isune, the Aesthete. The latter's eyes are wide in horror, staring blankly into space with a gaze that does not see, the rainbow of colours that was once within now a severe monochrome. The discolouration continues along the rest of Her body, stark shades of black and white colouring Her save for Her left hand, which is held feebly up towards the Goddess standing over Her. There, the last remnants of colour can be seen rising from Her hand to the waiting hand of the Sovereign as though they are the strings of a marionette doll. The Redolence of Ruin seems to glow even more than usual, Her tawny skin emitting a golden radiance that is almost painful to look at, the aureolate flesh vibrant with all the colour She has stolen from the Falcon below Her feet. Above Them, the last vestiges of dawn vanish on the eastern horizon, defeated before it can even rise by the nocturnal palette of dusk. Silvery stars gleam brightly in their triumph amidst the indigo and violet swirls within, Aapex and Eroi glowing twice as brightly amidst the whorls of galaxies and star systems now visible.
'a silken tapestry of a victorious Divine'
Striking in not only context but beauty, the august form of Drocilla, the Enchantress stands over the fallen and defeated form of Lisaera, the Silver Goddess. The golden glow that surrounds the Enchantress glitters faintly, the golden thread woven in Her hair and around Her tawny skin catching at any and all possible light, seeming to drain the colour from Her surroundings. Indeed, the broken form of Lisaera, Her neck twisted at an unsightly angle and the golden ichor of god's blood dripping from Her gaping mouth, and a gaping hole in her chest, seems to pale in comparison to the striking figure standing above Her. Patches of pale silver have been woven into the thread about Her hands to represent dying motes of moonfire, the feeble magicks having proven ineffective against Her nemesis. The backdrop of this masterpiece is darkest at indigo but pales to a faint gold near the top, save the paler tones surrounding Drocilla, the striking image of a nighthawk in flight over Her right shoulder visible against the dusken sky. The Enchantress' face, while ever a visage of utter grace and beauty, is twisted in a cold sneer as She takes in the vanquished Goddess lying at Her feet. Or perhaps She is staring at Her hands, the finger talons dripping with the same golden ichor that escapes Lisaera's mouth and drips from the void in Her chest.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
PS. How great are custom/manse-made paintings? The creativity of everything I've seen done is amazing. One day I hope we'll be able to move custom paintings from a semi hack to an actual skill in Arts.
Obligatory contribution: 2 lovely paintings done by an Ephemeral for the recent Heist event in Magnagora. Only the first one exists as that is the punishment that the Iron Council had chosen.
a rectangular oil painting depicting a solemn hanging
Wind-whipped flurries of snow drift from the firmament as grim dawn rises over Magnagora. The deep crimson of a haze-squelched sun shines forebodingly down upon the many figures in this painting - gentry and serf alike gathered to bear witness to an event much anticipated in this city with bones of iron and not a shred of empathy. A skeletal gallows is rendered in black at the centre, backlit by the sky and not alone, for several slight figures stand grave faced, awaiting their fates, while the Iron Council watches on. Oily ropes drape like morbid necklaces around their pale throats, awaiting a mere tug of the lever on the left side of the structure to engage, to strangle with death's painful touch. The woman who stands ready to deliver them is surprisingly petite, and very lovely, though her beauty is a cold, cruel thing for the eyes that judge those before her are nothing but sadistic - painted as pale and icy.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Still my favourite:
A painting of Thayan and Subotai consumed by Evil
Displayed within a jagged, oval frame in sinister dark purple colours is a double portrait painted in sumptuously-coloured oils. Two figures crouch, huddled together, atop a lilac-upholstered divan with gilded, curly-toed feet. The first is a full-figured dwarf with fiery red hair and a full, copper beard, nattily attired in a neat suit and velvet hat. His companion is a thin elfen woman with dark ringlets and blue-grey eyes, wearing an elaborate purple velvet gown and sprite wings. They are wearing matching sets of curling, wickedly-pointed horns coloured deep green, and their expressions suggest that something very Evil may be about to happen. They whisper together, shifty-eyed, their hands full of broken-up cookies. A veritable ocean of other sweet treats is spread across the floor at their feet, many of which appear to have been partaken of to some degree. Donuts are particularly numerous among the array, though few of them have survived intact the enthusiastic mauling this pair has apparently subjected them to.
Report #1490
Skillset: Skill: None
Guild: Ebonguard Status: Pending
Problem: Right now, the only way to create custom paintings is to "cheat" the system by reworking an aether room to look like a painting and then paint a landscape. It would be nice to actually be able to just make a custom painting without feeling that it is quite as awkward from an IC-standpoint.
Solution #1: Add a new option to Arts, SuperiorPaintings. This will allow you to work with a blank painting. You can edit its description, and edit its extended description. The extended description will put you in the editor (like a manse room). Finally, add a "sign" command that will "lock" the painting into its final form (this will allow you to work with your painting until it is to your satisfaction until it looks just the way you want it, and then it can't be changed any more). Until it is finished, have the word "(DRAFT)" at the beginning of the extended description, to make it obvious it's still in progress.
Solution #2: Add an easel in Artisan. A person would need to be in a room with an easel in order to draw a superior painting (but since it is furniture, one could actually place these in organizations, or have an arts room, etc).
Solution #3: There is an artifact that allows writing when not at a desk. Allow this artifact to also be used for superior paintings when not at an easel.
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If people have ideas / adjustments I'm willing to accept them, but it seems better to keep the actual function much the way it is (with the editor) and allowing a person to tweak & adjust the painting until it's finished and exactly the way that they want it to be.
Lets not derail @Zoku's lovely thread though. If people would like to discuss this further we could start a thread.
Contribution:
Author: @Jigan
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."