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TERROR OF THE PEAKS

TERROR OF THE PEAKS

 Inspiring fear across the cliffsides, the dragon flares its wings and teeth as it gazes over a tree line set ablaze. It’s stocky and jagged like a mountain, but its arsenal of adaptations make it a fiercely capable creature, ready to absorb spells and deal damage.

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UNLEASH FURY

UNLEASH FURY

 Powered up and crazed by the spell, the hero leaps towards a massive serpent, eager to unleash some serious power.

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ELFSWORN GIANT

ELFSWORN GIANT

 Reinforcements have arrived! The Elfsworn Giant strides across the forest while warming up his tremendous arms to swat down flying creatures in the battle ahead. The Elf Warriors lead the charge, confident now that the Elfsworn Giant has their back.

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TRICK OR TREAT

TRICK OR TREAT

 King Kong and New York go together like Halloween and fall. In this hypothetical fall edition cover for The New Yorker, I imagine a whimsical scene where King Kong joins in on the season’s festivities.

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THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
Illustrations for the classic Italian fable “The Adventures of Pinocchio” by Carlo Collodi, done with watercolor and watercolor pencil. A limited collection of prints are currently being sold at the Pinocchio Museum in Florence, Italy.

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THE JAGUAR

THE JAGUAR

 Illustration for the poem by Ted Hughes done in acryllic and ink.

The apes yawn and adore their fleas in the sun.
The parrots shriek as if they were on fire, or strut
Like cheap tarts to attract the stroller with the nut.
Fatigued with indolence, tiger and lion

Lie still as the sun. The boa-constrictor’s coil
Is a fossil. Cage after cage seems empty, or
Stinks of sleepers from the breathing straw.
It might be painted on a nursery wall.

But who runs like the rest past these arrives
At a cage where the crowd stands, stares, mesmerized,
As a child at a dream, at a jaguar hurrying enraged
Through prison darkness after the drills of his eyes

On a short fierce fuse. Not in boredom —
The eye satisfied to be blind in fire,
By the bang of blood in the brain deaf the ear —
He spins from the bars, but there’s no cage to him

More than to the visionary his cell:
His stride is wildernesses of freedom:
The world rolls under the long thrust of his heel,
Over the cage floor the horizons come.

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