The Gelft, (characters from a work in progress)

“I bring news from the Underground City: We’ve been betrayed. And so have you.”
(From my work-in-progress story. MUCH bigger snippet under the artwork…)

Acrylics, coloured pencil, chalk pastels, Mylar flakes, green iridescent enamel paint, the glowing hauteur of an underground kingdom who cares not for your petty achievements, and gouache paint, on paper. 21×29 cms.

Original illustration by Soni Alcorn-Hender

Original character from a story in progress: A Gelft

For those who want story time, click on ‘Read the full post’ below:

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A Raven, (characters from a work in progress)

“The soft-winged shepherds of the dead. To see one is an honour, for it means a gentle end and a safe journey.
They’re known for their patience and sombre bearing, yet those who’ve seen them (and lived to tell of it) have glimpsed hard, black armour under their shadowy robes. But I only ever met one woman brave or mad enough to detain a Crow in their duty and actually ask.
She told me even she couldn’t believe the question came out of her mouth, and it was with a mingled feeling of surprised triumph and utter horror that she saw the robed figure pause in his task and then turn to face her.
In a voice as soft and dark as the dreaming sea, he said, ‘A freshly severed soul is a powerful and precious thing. The hinterland is full of claws and hunger. When we take a soul, we protect it.’ “

(From my work-in-progress story.)

Acrylic, watercolours, pastels, an ominous sense of foreboding, and pencils on paper, 21×29 cms.

Original illustration by Soni Alcorn-Hender

Original character from a story in progress: Raven shepherd of the dead.

King of Swords

A scholarly warrior-King in bright armour; haloed with stars that symbolise his celestial intellect, his distance from earthly matters, and his cold aloofness.
He holds his weapon like a Sword-of-Damocles, as both it, and his judgement, may fall at any second.
The scroll unravelling around him which bears the life and deeds of the person he is judging.

He stands upon books of collected law, and tradition which can guide and elevate, or hinder and bind.
The ground is covered in Purple Irises (for wisdom) and Black Eyed Susans (for justice), though some are crushed under the weight of the books.
The souls of the flowers rise as butterflies around him, and may still bring wisdom and mercy to his ears.

Painted for the ‘Woven Path Tarot’ for the Changeling Artist Collective, where every card is fine by a different (fantastic) artist – the Kickstarter will be out in November.

Acrylics, gouache, and colour pencil on paper, 21×29 cms.

Studio the second.

I loved my old studio: a golden little attic room, with slanty ceilings, creaky floors, and stuffed to the rafters with shiny nonsense like the inside of Howl’s Moving Castle. But it’s view was ‘a wall’. A yellowish, cracked wall, with bits of dead weed straggling from it, and on very exciting days possibly a glimpse of pigeon.

My new studio is in an attic again (I seem to gravitate towards them like a petulant bat), but as though to make up for several years staring at ‘a wall’ this one has a view of (what feels like) the whole of northern Portugal. I am ridiculously in love with it. :3 I can see the weather we’ll get half an hour before it actually gets here.

 

 

Dead Cthulhu Dreaming

“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn”
“In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”
         ~ HP Lovecraft
In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming, by Soni Alcorn-Hender

When people say “worse things happen at sea”, they’re talking about him.

Acrylics, gouache, watercolour (yes I’ve finally started using it), pencil, pastels, and a whole jar of freshly-squeezed eldritch on paper, 21x29cms.

Painted for Iconic Creations forthcoming collectible card set ‘Classic Literature 2’.
Prints etc. will be available after the set releases in June.

Work in progress and details:

Rath Roiben Rye

“…Say Roiben of the Unseelie Court asks for your aid.”

Rath Roiben Rye by Soni Alcorn-Hender

Rath Roiben Rye by Soni Alcorn-Hender

Some bookish fanart (that was only meant to be a warm-up sketch, but I have no control of these things).

Roiben from ‘Tithe’, ‘Ironiside’, and the ‘Folk of the Air’ series of faerie stories by Holly Black
Acrylics, pastel, & pencil – 21×29 cm

A Year at Bag End (and an evil tree)

‘A Year at Bag End’; seven painted variations from an original Bag End sketch with different seasons and weather, animated together for a bit of Hobbity escapism. The music is ‘Earth Aria’ by Paul Fowler.

Each painting is approx. 10.5 x 1.5 inches, in acrylics, gouache and graphite & coloured pencil.

Bag End in shades of green by Soni Alcorn-Hender

Bag End in shades of green during March, May, and June, by Soni Alcorn-Hender

Bag End in Autumn & Winter by Soni Alcorn-Hender

Bag End in September, November, December, and January by Soni Alcorn-Hender

They’re available as prints and pretty things (all of them together) here on RedBubble.

A Year At Bag End, Soni Alcorn-Hender

A Year At Bag End, Soni Alcorn-Hender

These all started from a single simple pencil sketch of Bag End drawn for the ‘Beyond Bree’ calendar :

Old Forest evil tree and Bag End pencil sketches, by Soni Alcorn-Hender

Old Forest evil tree and Bag End pencil sketches, by Soni Alcorn-HenderAnd that naughty tree from the Old Forest was given a hint of colour too:

Old Forest Tree paintings, by Soni Alcorn-Hender

Old Forest Tree paintings, by Soni Alcorn-Hender

Charlotte & Yogg (characters from a work in progress)

Original Characters: Charlotte & Yogg by Soni Alcorn-Hender

Original Characters: Charlotte & Yogg

‘Yogg was a Himalayan Rock Shepherd. People who’d never seen him assumed this meant he was some kind of dog. He wasn’t a dog. His skin was scalier, his teeth longer, his bite quite fantastically more venomous, and he was even more loyal.
Like many good dogs however he was the proud and careful owner of a Person, and his person was Charlotte. Yogg knew his person needed constant exercise and distraction to keep her happy and healthy, so he dutifully stole her shoes, chewed her pillows, made strange noises in the night, and brought her things from the garden that he thought she might enjoy, (recently including various rocks, half a toad, a whole palm tree, and the chewed hubcaps of a new BMW.)

Yogg also knew his person would need protecting from other people, especially stray or vicious ones. And that sometimes there’d be worse things than people – nameless things that haunted Charlotte’s nightmares, and he’d need to chase them back into the dimension they’d crawled from until he’d pinned them down and torn off their tentacles. He was very good at it. (This was another trait he shared with actual dogs, though apparently most humans are unaware of this vital service that their companions do for them, the ingrates.)

But there were times when his person was besieged by an enemy Yogg couldn’t see; some shapeless, grey weight that he couldn’t sink his teeth into. At these times (no matter how many shoes he stole, or interesting things he dragged in from the garden) he couldn’t seem to make his person happy again. He feared she’d sink into that dismal place where he couldn’t follow. All Yogg could do was hold on, and hope that if he held on tightly enough she wouldn’t disappear. ‘

(From my work-in-progress story.)

Acrylics, pencils, and pastels on paper, 21 x 29 cms

Samuel (characters from a work in progress)

Original character: Samuel by Soni Alcorn-Hender

Original character: Samuel

“When they spoke about Samuel they only said how charming he was, how generous and beautifully-mannered; how he never raised his voice, or denied a request, and was always nice to cats. But I couldn’t stop thinking about how his house is guarded by gargoyles bigger than Stonehenge, how his right-hand-woman is an actual harpy, and how his mother set fire to a desert – and I don’t mean ‘dessert’, I mean ‘an endless horizon of sand haunted by dung beetles and the memory of camels’, actual desert. It burned with a blue flame for nine days straight.
But what I’d like to know now is: what’s he doing in London? Samuel with his harpy, his secrets, and his flames, what’s he after? Because I reckon he’s looking for someone. And I wouldn’t want to be the poor bugger he’s looking for.”

(From my work-in-progress story.)

Pastel, pencils, acrylics, and gold paint on paper, 21×29 cms