Here Be Dragons

Here Be Dragons

Dragon 1 - Graphite and White Charcoal on Colored Paper, Digitally ProcessedOver the years, I’ve done hundreds of drawings as inspiration and exploration for my epic fantasy novel “THE VALENBLADE.” This is one from a few years ago. My fascination with dragons started way back when I was a child, so “The Valenblade” had to have at least one. (Spoiler alert! It does.)

You can buy “THE VALENBLADE” on Amazon as either an e-book or a paperback!

 

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Stay Happy or Die

Stay Happy or Die

One of the fun things about writing a novel is exploring ideas. Fantasy settings like the one in The Valenblade allow all kinds of room for that. Here’s an interesting question:

What if every minute must be a party…or you all die?

Magic comes at a cost. The architects of a great spell put something at risk to make the magic work. That risk was mitigated by another spell, but that spell endangered something else. That risk had to be balanced by yet another spell that endangered something different. In time, everything became dependent on everything else, and the element that keeps all this in balance is happiness.

For the magic to continue working, everyone involved has to join the party. Happiness is mandatory. There can be no confusion, no questions, no sorrow or grief. Any departure from the revelry risks the collapse of the entire structure and the end of everything. So it has been for centuries.

Imagine what happens when someone shows up whom the spell does not ensnare. What if this person doesn’t join the party like everyone else? The whole house of cards could collapse. Now what?

To find out, read THE VALENBLADE by Mark Ivan Cole (me!), available worldwide as an e-book or in paperback on amazon.com.

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Inner Vision: “Emerging”

Inner Vision: “Emerging”

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“Emerging” – Inner Vision – Acrylic on Canvas – 13×17.9″/33×45.5 cm

“Emerging” – Acrylic on Canvas – 13×17.9″/33×45.5 cm

The path to this sacred place is long and difficult.
Many times have I come to stand on this shore
waiting, hoping for a glimpse.
Each time, I have had to leave before the darkness falls.
Time and again, I have returned.
You knew I would.
Once more the arduous journey is taken.
Patience, persistence, openness, constancy, trust.
You emerge.
I see you.

The Western Pass

The Western Pass

WesternPass_AC_605x450“The Western Pass” – Acrylic on canvas/linen – 18×24″/60.5x45cm

Oral history suggests that this was once a well-traveled road, but centuries of avalanches and landslides have reshaped the landscape. Few of the old markers remain. At one point, we lost the trail completely and had to backtrack almost a full day to pick it up again. Snow is beginning to fall in the higher elevations, so we quicken our pace, continuing after sunset if we can see at all.

Tonight we can go no further. The storm that has threatened all day has arrived. We settle in under an outcrop that provides at least a little shelter from the wind and sleet.

Dawn arrives with a welcome stillness. We shoulder our packs and continue. Once again we lose the trail. Once again we see it resume further ahead. We follow it, cutting switchbacks wherever possible.

Shadows recede from the mountain tops, reluctantly allowing the rays of the rising sun to finally warm our backs. The pinnacle that used to stand here now lies in pieces a long way down the slope. Whatever cataclysm sent that gendarme into the abyss took the road with it. We work our way up the exposed rocks, avoiding the choss and loose dirt as we search for proper hand and footholds. Breathless, we clear the corner and look across the divide.

Only now do we see the ruined gate.

It’s taller than I expected, probably four times my height. It’s also surprisingly intact. One of the arches has fallen and any details have long since worn away, but how this thing still stands at all, I can hardly imagine.

The legends say the gate leads not to the valley but to a world beyond. We’re here to find out if the legends were true. One way or the other, it leads to places you and I have never been. On the other hand, every step we’ve taken since we embarked on this journey has led us somewhere we have never been before.

That’s why we’re here. And so, we continue.

Inner Vision: “Rediscovery”

Inner Vision: “Rediscovery”

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“Rediscovery” – Acrylic on canvas/linen, 25.6×19.7″/65x50cm

“Rediscovery” – Acrylic on canvas/linen
25.6×19.7″/65x50cm

Your great-grandfather had told of how our ancestors had wandered the great southern mountains whose summits gleamed with snow even in the summer. Unlike most people, you and I did not laugh at the old man.

The night before he died, he gave you his favorite book. He called it history. Everyone else called it hogwash.

In the weeks that followed the old man’s passing, we studied the book assiduously. Every page spoke of amazing people, their journeys, their sorrows and joys. Some of the tales we recognized from your great-grandfather’s telling.

In the very center of the book, we found the map he had hidden between the pages. The parchment was yellowed and frayed, but the markings were readable in good light. They showed our village, the southern road out of town, and six or seven routes through the mountains. Beyond that, it was a bit sketchy.

No one had ventured into the southern mountains for as long as anyone could remember. The reasons given were unconvincing to us. Too barren, they said, trackless and treacherous. There was no food or game and the water was probably poisoned. We knew all the answers.

By dawn the next day, we were long gone. We had told no one; what would be the point? A week later, we sent my father’s faithful horse back home and continued onward, following the long-disused track that led beyond the foothills.

It was our turn.

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These imaginary scenes (my “inner visions”) are getting clearer. I’m refining the process as I go. Further down, you can see the original rough sketch and get all the geeky details about how this painting came together.

Process:

I put an 18×24″ sheet of white paper up on the board and drew whatever came into my head. Once I’d captured a basic idea that I liked, I laid another sheet over the first to trace and refine the drawing. I spent quite a bit of time on the refinements, but when I was done, I decided I preferred the original unrefined sketch (below).

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Then I did some heavy shading with a soft pencil on the backside of the original sketch, following the lines of the drawing. After taping the sketch to the canvas, I drew over it with a pen, pressing the graphite on the back onto the canvas, kind of like using carbon paper. The pen’s colored ink helps me see which lines I haven’t traced yet. The end result is a thin outline of the main shapes on the canvas. I used a harder pencil directly on the canvas for the final outlines. I kept it loose and sketchy as much as possible.

Mixing Dioxazine Purple, Cobalt Blue, and Raw Umber in first more blue-weighted proportions and then more umber and purple-weighted proportions, I very roughly painted in the basic shapes from back to front. The result was rather heavy and dark, but I expected that since acrylic always dries darker. The important thing was that I had some subtle color variations, the proper cold/warm ratio from the background to the foreground, and some nice textures.

I wanted to “knock back” the stuff in the distance, so I lightly dipped a bristly old brush into some white primer and started scumbling a thin, semi-opaque layer over the far distance area. Whoa! With the very first strokes, I put down WAY more than I intended, but…I LIKED IT! I’ve always liked the look of new snow on bare rock with new snow, and this looked like that, so I went for it, scumbling as fast and loosely as I could. Improvised snowfields and avalanche chutes materialized as I painted.

Once I had the basic values and atmosphere set, I went over everything with Titanium White. In fact, for the entire second session, I painted with nothing but white. I had all kinds of fun playing off the textures, refining the snowfields, defining cliffs, crags and boulders, and adding mist and swirling snow. In the last session, I finished the snow and then improvised the design of the two apparent “openings” on the left and right. Again, I used only white to bring out the shapes.

Once that was done, some of the foreground rocks still needed some stronger definition, so made a watery mix of my original underpainting colors and fixed a few edges. Finally, I added the two figures (you saw those, did you?), letting them dry completely before adding more white to put them in proper context. I also added a bit of white to the darker rocks that had dried too dark again.

So there you have all the technical details for this painting. Thanks for reading! If you have questions, let me know in the comments. I’ll answer as many as I can!