Thursday, April 26, 2007


TICKLE ME TROLL

It's been a while, but I have not given up on my quest to bring you the world's best nart. This particular piece caught my eye on conceptart.org today. The subtle airbrush shadows, the perfectly ambiguous tangencies, and the story, oh the story!


Nothing says nart like airbrushed shadows, especially if the artist manages to maintain hue uniformity through out each element of the image. This one nails it with each figure masterfully possesing their own set of light, shadow and color.


The creative, almost MC Escher esc. alignment of the trolls right leg and how it creates the illusion of being connected to the perfectly placed pile of rocks... Is the little goblin climbing a benign mountain of curiously uniform debri, or is he unknowingly scaling the giant trolls igneous calf? Not even the brittle tree can help us be sure of the truth. Is it growing from the ground level behind the stones, or is it merely a clever disguise to lure hapless goblings onto his merciless toe.


The story, the moment of ultimate anticipation frozen in time, even more so because of the snow in this wintery scene of death and despair. Our hearts are instantly drawn to the terrible fate of the unlucky stage front goblin. Heart strings are plucked to sing the melancholy tune of forboding as his splattered brains splish splash across our mind's eye.


But wait... What is this, the sole example of saturation here to shed light on the doomed, to give color to this otherwise dreary image. The lone leaf of luckiness clasped in the hands of a fellow goblinger is perched atop the mysterious masonry, and in his tiny hand is held the undoing of the magnificent foe. What will happen when the feathery weapon frolicks across the giant hairless armpit of the antagonist? The ultimate outcome is only to played out in the viewer's emotionally torn mind.


Does the boulder slip from the terribly tickled troll's clumsy hands before it is too late for our little gobblets? Will it be soon enough to fall upon his own gigantic cranium, or will it simply fall into the snow and not fall an anything but snow and airbrushed shadows.


Will they all be friends after that? Will the troll let everyone climb on his tricky trap toe?


Only a nasterpiece (nart masterpeice) could pull off such a wonderous struggle between a giant troll and two tiny gobulerians in the snow. Plus it has a pile of rocks...

1 comment:

S.T. Lewis said...

I hope to see my own art/nart featured on your site someday. You can't buy this kind of publicity. I actually thought the pile of rocks was this guy's leg until I read what you wrote about it and realized that was just one of the tangents. Excellent! I love your blog, Scott.