#my formal training with figure drawing is almost entirely nude models

[wytid-art]

Du Riechst So Gut

#richard kruspe #rammstein #richard z kruspe #rzk #richard z. kruspe #du riechst so gut #emigrate #wytid art #my formal training with figure drawing is almost entirely nude models #so clothing is very tough for me #art #fanart #drawing

[sian265]

Whisper Chapter 3

Whispers

Chapter 3

  Alec was very happy he had let Izzy dress him. Luke picked Alec up and now the pair waited in Luke’s vehicle for valet to park the car. The line of cars was impressive with many a foreign luxury model waiting for the suited parking attendants. People weren’t formally dressed, it was still a nightclub. However, the attire was much more expensive than your average club-kid could afford. Alec himself wore a pair of black dress slacks and a black silk button-up that Izzy had presented him with on his last birthday. Even the alpha, Luke, wore fancier slacks and shirt than normal police detectives did.

 Finally, the valet took the keys and Alec followed Luke into the foyer of Whispers. The outside of the club was simple, almost plain with a black awning and white stenciled ‘Whispers’ in a flowy script but inside was a whole different world. The club featured an elegant foyer with rich cherry wood. The coatroom and hostess stand both had well dressed, attractive young ladies manning them. Behind the stand was a set of stained glass sliding doors, they were stunning but it was the subject matter that had Alec blushing. Each pane of glass depicted a different scene, couples embracing in a series of intimate poses. Two women, two men, or a woman and a man, all nude, and all entwined in private dance.

 The hostess slid the doors open and Alec followed Luke into the club. The interior was a lot quieter than Alec had imagined. There was light laughter, soft voices, low music and gently clinking of glassware being used. The low tables and soft lighting gave the large room a cozier feel. Couples sat at most of the tables with others standing at the long bar on one side of the room. One whole wall was made up of more stained glass, and Alec looked closer, yep, more nude pictures. Couples of every color, shape, and size, all depicted in states of intimacy. Before Alec could step through those doors, Luke put a hand on his arm to stop him. Alec looked at Luke, who seemed hesitant and unsure all of a sudden. “What is it,” he asked the other man.

 Luke looked a little uncomfortable with what he was about to say. “Listen Alec, you are going to see, feel, and even hear some pretty strange things once we cross these doors. I just want you to know what happens here tonight, well it stays between us, okay?”

 He had no idea what was up with his mom’s boyfriend, but decided to humor the alpha. “Sure Luke, no problem.” Alec stepped through the doors.

 The lights were so low, Alec was tempted to use his night vision rune, but stopped because Luke moved in front of him and led the way. From what Alec could see there were three stages with groups of seating around all three. Luke leaned close to whisper, “The left side is the male dancer, the right the female, and the center for any undecided viewers.” Luke moved to a table in the center stage area.

 A server appeared as soon as they sat and Alec ordered a beer, that he fully intended not drinking. Not only was tonight about business and he needed to keep his wits, but Alec wasn’t much of a drinker on a good night. Something told him he would need all his wits with this Warlock, Magnus Bane. He leaned a little closer to Luke, “Do we have to sit through this show before speaking with the Warlock?”

 “Careful Alec, that sounded almost like a sneer when you said Warlock. Remember we want Magnus to talk, not offend him before he even sits down.” Luke warned.

 Alec flushed. He had been working on his prejudices and knew he still needed to watch his tone. It wasn’t that he had a problem with Downworlders, hell his mother was dating one! It was just working past all the Clave bullshit they were indoctrinated into from birth. “Sorry Luke,” he muttered.

 Luke just patted his arm. “Magnus won’t meet until after the show, but I have no doubt what-so-ever that he is fully aware we are here.”

 “How do you know,” Alec asked.

 Luke ginned. “I brought a Shadowhunter into his club, and not your mom. That more than anything will have Magnus’s curiosity pinged.” Before Alec could ask more the atmosphere changed.

 The lights dimmed even further, almost completely pitch black except for the small flicker of candles on the tables themselves. Then the whispering started. Low, so low almost undetectable by Alec’s half human ears, but grew loud enough so that everyone in the room could hear it, not just the wolves. The voices echoed and bounced around the room almost seemingly hitting the walls to ricochet back against them. This kept on until Alec was almost ready to shout, enough! As abruptly as they started the whispers stopped.

 “Good evening,” the voice whispered, and Alec shivered.

 Goosebumps rose as it continued. “Welcome to Whispers.” The other low whispering was back and seemed to echo and caress the owner of the voice.

 “What’s your forbidden desire?” The voice asked, and Alec felt sick. His hidden desire might be now out in the open, but he had still not found the courage to act upon it, the voice seemed to know this.

 “The Whispers know, and here, you can indulge.” There was so much promise in those words, in that voice, that for a second, Alec believed it.

 Luke’s hand on his arm broke the spell. Alec shook his head, trying to break away, stop the voice’s control. The hair on Alec’s arms and along the back of his neck was standing up, he felt almost electrified. He shifted in his seat, face flushed; thankfully in the dim light know no one could tell. Alec felt a stab of fear, he was aroused! The voice seemed to sense that he had enough because this time when it came the draw was not as powerful, not as seductive.

 “Banish all but your desires, feast upon that which is forbidden.” The lights on the stage came up; a soft blue glow that spread till it covered the bowed, robed, figures. “Enjoy the whispers.” The voice faded away.

 Alec tried to watch the show, but he couldn’t get that voice out of his head. The words kept repeating themselves over and over again. He wouldn’t have been able to tell anyone what the voice sounded like, only describe how it made him feel. So smooth, almost like what Alec imagined a lover’s caress might feel like. Or a drink of ice cold water after he had pushed and pushed in training, so good, Alec couldn’t drink fast enough. That voice could make one not think about responsibilities, not consider anything else, just following its direction. Directions to what you most desire, that’s what it promised.

 He could tell Izzy later that the dancers were beautiful, that they moved in time perfectly. He would admit he still didn’t know if the center dancer was male or female. What he would tell no one was about the voice and what it did to him. Alec was ready to escape, and breathed a sigh of relief when the dancers left the stage. What Alec didn’t know was that another had not been watching the show either. Yellowish –gold cat eyes stayed fixed on the Shadowhunter through the entire performance. As soon as the house lights came up, the owner of those eyes made his move.

 “Lucian Garroway, I thought my staff was joking when they reported you arrived in the company of a Shadowhunter.” A voice over Alec’s shoulder spoke and Luke stood up.

 “Magnus,” Luke held out a hand. “Good to see you.” The pair shook and Alec turned slowly in his chair.

 Twinkling dark eyes were trained on his face and Alec carefully stood up. “And not just any Shadowhunter, but I believe the Head of the New York Institute?” Magnus continued.

 Alec didn’t remember his own name. He knew he was standing there like a fool with his mouth open, but nothing prepared one for Magnus Bane. The Warlock was only a couple inches shorter than Alec. He had black hair, spiked, and the glitter in it caught the light. His dark eyes were lined and he had the most perfect set of bow-shaped lips, stained red. Magnus was slender but with strong shoulders and biceps. Also, one impressive chest, fully on display in the shirt open to his navel. Several necklaces danced against his chest, and Alec’s eyes were drawn to that caramel-colored skin so firmly on display.  Shaking his head a bit, Alec struggled to bring himself back under control. “Alec,” he managed to stutter out.

 The eyes continued to twinkle and the red lips bore a slight smile, Magnus seemed to also like what he was seeing. “Lightwood, I believe, Maryse’s son?” Magnus asked, eyes still trained on Alec’s.

 “Yes,” Alec answered and was thankful when those eyes left him to turn to Luke.

 Magnus sighed, a small pout forming. “Well what can I do for the New York alpha and Head Shadowhunter? I take it this visit isn’t for pleasure?”

 “Afraid not Magnus,” Luke replied. “Is there somewhere we can talk more privately?”

 Magnus turned away and waved them to follow. “Very well, ruin my fun. Yes, you and pretty boy follow me.”

 Alec was glad Luke followed Magnus first, so that he couldn’t see the grin on Alec’s face. Magnus called him pretty.

 TBC…

#malec fanfiction #au #Magnus x Alec

[finnsharratt]

My Artist Research

“ They do not relay the actions but themselves “

“Legends and fables”

Zine series passport editions

https://www.itsnicethat.com/articles/passport-editions-publication-120419

Founded by friends Antoine Duruflé and Evan Renaudie, both from Paris, Passport Editions is a zine series that looks at the legends and tales of different countries. As students at the Decorative Arts School of Strasbourg (HEAR), the project was initially conceived as a platform through which to promote the work of artists they admired, but soon developed into a space in which to explore literature and storytelling through drawing. The tales, fables and folklore of each destination “are often short, rich in action, and graphically, they remain simple for illustrators to visualise images to put into form on two or three pages,” says Antoine.

Gosia Herba Illustrator

https://www.itsnicethat.com/articles/gosia-herba

What do we have here, then? Editorial illustration with a Cubist slant and an entirely unique style? We’ll take that, thanks. Polish illustrator Gosia Herba’s website is basically a treasure trove of projects for diverse clients, but we think her work is the most exciting when the faces are in profile, the bodies buxom and the colour palette muted, so that’s what we’re bringing you. The balance between malleability and a strong aesthetic is a difficult one to strike, but somehow Gosia has it down.

“Altering images and texts to one desires”

Dain Yoon

https://www.famousbirthdays.com/people/dain-yoon.html

Makeup artist, painter and illusion illustrator known for the detailed and lifelike illusions she creates on her face and hands. Her unique body paint has earned her exhibitions worldwide and she has grown an audience of more than 550,000 Instagram fans.

Insane 51

https://welcometothestreet1.wordpress.com/2018/11/01/insane-51-3d-street-artist/

Insane 51 is a 26 year old Greek muralist, based in Athens, one of the pioneers of 3D pieces of art. Firstly, he started in 2007 as a graffiti writer and since then he has never stopped doing what he wants.

Nevertheless, this street artist isn’t an ordinary artist who plays around with a can of spray and scribbles on walls. He is known for his street art in 3D, an art which is called “Double Exposure 3D”.  Indeed, depending of the colour of the light it Will be a figure or another. In this particular case, if you put the blue light you’ll observe a girl, moreover, if you put a red light you’ll appreciate a wolf. As you can see in the pictures that we add under the article you’ll get astound.

Es Devlin

https://www.itsnicethat.com/news/es-devlin-london-design-biennale-summit-climate-change-miscellaneous-270619

Set designer extraordinaire Es Devlin has called on the design community to tackle the most pressing concern of our age: the climate crisis.

Speaking at the London Design Biennale Summit this week, the creative director of the 2020 instalment of the annual celebration of global creative talent, Devlin described the event as an “opportunity for designers to respond to urgent and radical shifts in every aspect of design that we are all aware need to take place in order for our species to have a chance of survival on this planet.”

“Icons are fabricated”

Nicolas Garner

https://www.itsnicethat.com/articles/nicolas-garner-art-221117

For Paris-based visual artist Nicolas Garner, the creative world has always interested him. Despite this, the path to what he can now call his practice wasn’t necessarily linear. “It certainly took me a while to articulate my aspirations and to find which outlet would suit me best,” he tells It’s Nice That. Having initially explored plastic arts (sculpture and modelling using the physical manipulation of plastic) and photography, Nicolas moved to the more structured world of graphic design and typography, focusing on book design and production. However, he gradually switched back to a more and more conceptual and visual practice which is what recently caught our eye.

“Inside the shafts of minds”

Emma Hopkins

https://www.itsnicethat.com/articles/emma-hopkins-bp-portrait-award-art-280519

Looking at Emma Hopkins’ hyper-realistic nude studies, it seems almost inconceivable that she has had no formal training in the fields of fine art painting and portraiture. Having studied for a degree in BA Make-up and Prosthetics for Performance at the University of the Arts London, Emma turned her anatomical vision and understanding of the human body to creating paintings suffused with the presence of living flesh. Her portrait, Sophie and Carla, which depicts photographer Sophie Mayanne with her pet dog, Carla, is one of four pieces shortlisted for this year’s BP Portrait Award.