When we discovered that stars are sentient, our lives changed.
An endless stream of wisdom in neutron beams.
We received answers to all philosophical questions, filled in the gaps in fundamental science and reached a qualitatively new level of being.
However, the stars are too talkative. Moreover, the red ones say one thing, and the blue ones say something completely different. And some of them discuss ideas that are not in the interests of our humanist corporations and pose a threat to the established order.
Therefore, we divided them by color, and chose the right one for ourselves, the most beautiful.
We invented special glasses made of pink crystal and gave people the opportunity to see only the stars of the right color, and so that the enemies could not enjoy the light of our stars, we began to block them over other countries by launching special dark limiter satellites.
There was only one thing left for complete order. Having spent the necessary amount of resources, we are now able to persuade the star to change colors or even reprogram it so that it distributes only the correct information in the enemy's systems.
We can also control the flow of quasars and create directed supernovae capable of destroying entire star clusters. The enemy has the same capabilities, and this is the basis of strategic security in the galaxy.
Welcome to the world of endless possibilities, human of the future. Now everything is new. Choose your color.
So recently I did a series of concept art shots as a visual development stage for a personal CGI movie I'm working on. But I got carried away and went too far, so it was decided to refine these images to full-fledged artworks, and make a whole series of them, something like a visual novel.
And since this will be a series, the cryptoart sites and NFT tokens seemed to me a perfect solution to give some value to these works in form of rare collectibles.
I'm not sure about the right choice of platform (perhaps for art objects you need to go to something more selective), but I chose OpenSea as the most affordable option.
The hope that you can continue your life as an artist is very inspiring. Let's see what happens. I would be grateful for any advice and support.
You can follow my first approved collection on OpenSea:
Betelgeuse Drift
Concept art illustration (matte painting)
VUE xStream, Photoshop
Landscape rendered with Vue
Own astrophotography & free stock images used.
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During the third wave, Kadara was the largest transit point for the raiders. Warehouses and a whole settlement of three hundred people. And one day the entire base simply disappeared under mysterious circumstances. They say a sandstorm buried everyone alive in a couple of hours.
Therefore, Kadara is a place where you do not want to stay for a long time. However, it immediately pulls back as soon as you leave it. After all, somewhere in these red sands, along with the thugs, all their loot is buried...
Character design / Illustration
3ds Max, Photoshop
Rendered with mental ray
Inspired by Janis Kirstein's fine art
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She performs on Thursdays in a small bar at one of the docking stations of the Western Frontier. She goes by the name Samantha Mitchell, performs one song, and disappears without saying a word. Samantha is pretty, but you will not hear any obscene jokes about her — she sings so that the audience gets up and takes off their hats.
One day I found her sitting at the next table and was about to speak, but stopped in time, finished my coffee and left quickly. There are things that are easy to destroy by a pair of ordinary words.
It's Thursday, which means that somewhere on the other side of the galaxy, she is going to start singing her hot slow blues again, then she will turn around, gently touch her hat and quietly leave. And only revolver will sparkle on her belt. That’s enough for me to continue my journey. Sing or be silent, Sam Mitchell. All the stars are yours tonight.
Concept art illustration (matte painting)
3ds Max + FumeFX, Photoshop
Used some own footage & free stock photo by Jan Tancar.
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To get to the first point, I had to land a couple of miles to the South and go the distance on foot.
They say that autumn in these places, along with the cold and eternal twilight, brings with it a lot of mysteries. And what could be better than a chilling mystery for a lonely journey in the rainy season?
I checked the sensors and confidently stepped into the mist...
Character design / Concept art / Illustration
3ds Max, Marvelous Designer, Photoshop
Rendered with Arnold
My Instagram
Character details and this artwork on Artstation
This artwork on Deviantart
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INT. Famous Musician and Interviewer in a studio.
Musician holds an old Gibson in his hands and catches the gaze of the Interviewer.
— What's so special about this one? Well, there's a story.
Somewhere on the other edge of the galaxy there lived a guitar player. Not as good one as me, but that's not the point. Let's call him John.
He has not played for a long time, because the war began, and he went through this war, but he lost all his loved ones. And all that he had left was just a miraculously survived guitar. His homeland was desolated, but he refused to leave, and settled in an abandoned radio station. Day after day he turned the antenna in hope, but all he heard was white noise, and gradually he went crazy.
But one day it seemed to him that he had caught some signal. He convinced himself that he had received a signal from a star. I mean, not like aliens and bullshit, but from the star itself. He even gave her a name. They talked a lot about things, and soon became friends.
Time passed.
As the days went by, he even smiled sometimes and considered starting to play guitar again, but then the star suddenly confessed:
— John, I'm dying. Can you help me?
John said: Of course my darling, just tell me what to do.
— You should build a rocket. I'll teach you.
And he worked day and night, and built a huge god damn rocket out of shards of armor, leaky buckets and old rags.
And he was sitting there tired and looking up at the sunset when he noticed a star high in the sky that was getting brighter and brighter. And he shouted “I knew I was right! I see you! Everything is ready, and I'm leaving right now. I'll just grab my valise”.
And the star answered:
— John, this rocket is not for you. The truth is, I died a long time ago. I've exploded into a supernova, and a huge, deadly wave is already rushing through space, and will soon destroy all life around for hundreds of light-years. It can't be stopped. But what you can do is save something, just one thing you love most of all. Take the most precious thing you have, load it into this rocket and send it off. And then, millions of years later, someone will find it, and Your life will continue in a sense and I may be forgiven.
And then John brought his guitar, uncovered it, held it in his hands for a long time and ran his fingers along the neck, and then connected it to the amplifier and said:
— You know what... Fuck you! I will never give my guitar to anyone.
And you know what else? No one will be forgiven for what we have done here, but you're still my friend, so at least I can play for you.
And he was just standing there and playing blues for a dying star. Till the end.
Back to the musician with a guitar in his hands.
— So where did I get this one from then? Well, I bought this junk on credit 20 years ago, when I was a student. It has a lousy sound and worn out frets. But you know what? I can still play for you.