Choo choo, motherfuckers…
So here’s a frame from the upcoming Dossier 014 (currently untitled), only the second dossier to feature the raven-haired xenophile Polly Talbish. For those new to Epoch Art, Polly “Pixie” Talbish is one of the stars of our Dark Rift sci-fi comic. This dossier takes place in the days of Sam Talbish’s (Polly’s father) nascent contraband business. In those early days, as Sam did his best to gain clients, he and Polly did a lot of the delivery themselves. They would fly all over the Sagittarius Arm of the galaxy, trading and selling… buying and borrowing.
One such trip to a desert moon led an inquisitive and bored Polly (with her pet Jester in tow) to a large downed U.P.A. spacecraft. During her exploration, she encountered a very large alien living inside who turned out to be quite inquisitive himself… much to Polly’s utter delight.
This dossier will feature a very wet Polly in soaked, see-through underwear. The first promotional piece of art I release (once I have a working title and logo) will give you a glimpse of this outfit and the wet look. I guarantee you’re going to love it.
Look, I can promise to give you guys a release window and a solemn promise to do my absolute best to hit it if you promise to not give me shit if I don’t. Deal? Okay, good. Then keep an eye out for this release in the Epoch Art store the first week of May.
The hype-train has left the station. Choo choo, motherfuckers.
Since part of the inspiration for the Freehope series was the hentai Bible Black, Xipomus proposed a commission idea that I just had to do. It was also my first time using volumetric lighting in Octane, and I can say the result is not worth the render time and the ‘dirtiness’ of the completed render. I think I’ll stick to painting in the effect in the future as I’ve always done, but it was a fun experiment nonetheless. But anyway, Xip gave me a reference photo of one of the Bible Black characters in a robe holding a knife, with sinister under lighting and said he wanted something like that, and Kendra doing another girl with a strap-on dildo. So that’s what this little commission is all about. He suggested the other female be a readhead, since many have mentioned that my character collection is lacking a redhead (with the exception of Leslie… why does everyone forget about her?). So I’m preemptively attaching a render of her too because I know you guys are just gonna ask for one if I don’t include it! Continue reading “Kendra’s Dark Side”
Currently working on a short commission for Epoch Art‘s resident man-in-charge Xipomus, featuring the oldest character in the our catalog, Kendra Blake of Freehope! That commission will be finished and posted soon, but before I even started on it I decided to actually sit down and get poor Kendra up to speed with my current cast of characters in terms of visual fidelity. But, in the process, I managed to create a skin shader that absolutely blew me away! I made versions of it to satisfy sweaty and standard skin conditions, and think this may be my new skin shader for ALL of my characters. It uses subsurface scattering (like all of my previous skins do), but contains a much more subtle skin specularity that adds hugely to a realistic skin look under all lighting conditions. Take a close look at her skin’s reflectivity in certain spots and you’ll see what I mean. Continue reading “Look Who I Found!”
“Well, what do you know about it then, mate?” Henry says as he slams his near-empty pint glass down hard on the pub table. “It’s not like you’ve ever been with a ten! You’ve bedded nothin’ but munters, isn’t that right?!” Henry winks and nudges Benny with his elbow, both men laughing heartily and loudly. Norman sits in silence as the men have a cheap laugh at his expense, their guffaws eventually devolving into a cacophony of unhealthy wheezing before trailing off completely. The noise of the crowded pub fills the momentary break in conversation as Benny lights up another cigarette and Henry looks around for a barmaid to bring another round.
“Actually I have,” Norman said aloud, his forceful tone cutting through the loud ambience of clinking glasses and foul bar-language. Henry and Benny simultaneously look at each other and begin cracking up. Norman rolls his eyes as the men oversell the hilarity of his declaration, tossing themselves about in their chairs. Continue reading “The Damsel and the Driver”