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Gabriel Lima
@tiopalada@socel.net  ·  activity timestamp 4 days ago

Heya, fediverse! I am currently looking for either commissioned work or freelancing oportunist. I have been wearing the generalist artist hat for the past 10 years and been doing pixel art for more than 20 years. Check my portfolio below as well as a few samples and get in touch if there is anything I can do you for your project!

https://www.behance.net/tiopalada
https://tiopalada.itch.io

#FediHire#LookingForWork#CommissionsOpen #artist #pixelartist #pixelart #gamedev #indiedev

Animated preview of VFX made by Gabriel "tiopalada" Lima. There are the X-Fire, Thunder, Revive and Barrier. All VFX are hand animated and pixel art.
Animated preview of VFX made by Gabriel "tiopalada" Lima. There are the X-Fire, Thunder, Revive and Barrier. All VFX are hand animated and pixel art.
lashman
@lashman@mastodon.social  ·  activity timestamp 4 days ago

Another #PixelArt daily done! 😊 Ribboned shores.

You can grab the full-quality versions (for free) here: https://ko-fi.com/i/IS6S31HFMGJ

ENJOY!

#mastoArt #digitalArt#fediArt #art #landscape #wallpaper#creativeToots#gameDev

Pixel art of a fractured coastline where the bruised violet of the departing sun bleeds into the deep, insistent blue of the water, a liquid memory of light. Layered clouds, like the scales of some colossal, slumbering beast, ripple across the expanse, each fold a whispered secret of the coming night. Below, the sand is a charcoal sigh, punctuated by the jagged teeth of stone, each rock a solidified shard of a forgotten storm. The water holds the ghost of the sun’s warmth, a shimmering distortion that pulls at the edges of the beach. A solitary structure, a dark spine rising from the earth, anchors itself to the horizon, its arched windows like vacant eyes staring out at the dissolving light. The shoreline is a slow unraveling, a collection of silent geometries, and the water’s surface a restless mirror reflecting the fading grandeur of the sky, a slow surrender to the deepening dark.
Pixel art of a fractured coastline where the bruised violet of the departing sun bleeds into the deep, insistent blue of the water, a liquid memory of light. Layered clouds, like the scales of some colossal, slumbering beast, ripple across the expanse, each fold a whispered secret of the coming night. Below, the sand is a charcoal sigh, punctuated by the jagged teeth of stone, each rock a solidified shard of a forgotten storm. The water holds the ghost of the sun’s warmth, a shimmering distortion that pulls at the edges of the beach. A solitary structure, a dark spine rising from the earth, anchors itself to the horizon, its arched windows like vacant eyes staring out at the dissolving light. The shoreline is a slow unraveling, a collection of silent geometries, and the water’s surface a restless mirror reflecting the fading grandeur of the sky, a slow surrender to the deepening dark.
Pixel art of a fractured coastline where the bruised violet of the departing sun bleeds into the deep, insistent blue of the water, a liquid memory of light. Layered clouds, like the scales of some colossal, slumbering beast, ripple across the expanse, each fold a whispered secret of the coming night. Below, the sand is a charcoal sigh, punctuated by the jagged teeth of stone, each rock a solidified shard of a forgotten storm. The water holds the ghost of the sun’s warmth, a shimmering distortion that pulls at the edges of the beach. A solitary structure, a dark spine rising from the earth, anchors itself to the horizon, its arched windows like vacant eyes staring out at the dissolving light. The shoreline is a slow unraveling, a collection of silent geometries, and the water’s surface a restless mirror reflecting the fading grandeur of the sky, a slow surrender to the deepening dark.
Pixel art of a fractured coastline where the bruised violet of the departing sun bleeds into the deep, insistent blue of the water, a liquid memory of light. Layered clouds, like the scales of some colossal, slumbering beast, ripple across the expanse, each fold a whispered secret of the coming night. Below, the sand is a charcoal sigh, punctuated by the jagged teeth of stone, each rock a solidified shard of a forgotten storm. The water holds the ghost of the sun’s warmth, a shimmering distortion that pulls at the edges of the beach. A solitary structure, a dark spine rising from the earth, anchors itself to the horizon, its arched windows like vacant eyes staring out at the dissolving light. The shoreline is a slow unraveling, a collection of silent geometries, and the water’s surface a restless mirror reflecting the fading grandeur of the sky, a slow surrender to the deepening dark. The image has a CRT filter applied.
Pixel art of a fractured coastline where the bruised violet of the departing sun bleeds into the deep, insistent blue of the water, a liquid memory of light. Layered clouds, like the scales of some colossal, slumbering beast, ripple across the expanse, each fold a whispered secret of the coming night. Below, the sand is a charcoal sigh, punctuated by the jagged teeth of stone, each rock a solidified shard of a forgotten storm. The water holds the ghost of the sun’s warmth, a shimmering distortion that pulls at the edges of the beach. A solitary structure, a dark spine rising from the earth, anchors itself to the horizon, its arched windows like vacant eyes staring out at the dissolving light. The shoreline is a slow unraveling, a collection of silent geometries, and the water’s surface a restless mirror reflecting the fading grandeur of the sky, a slow surrender to the deepening dark. The image has a CRT filter applied.
Pixel art of a fractured coastline where the bruised violet of the departing sun bleeds into the deep, insistent blue of the water, a liquid memory of light. Layered clouds, like the scales of some colossal, slumbering beast, ripple across the expanse, each fold a whispered secret of the coming night. Below, the sand is a charcoal sigh, punctuated by the jagged teeth of stone, each rock a solidified shard of a forgotten storm. The water holds the ghost of the sun’s warmth, a shimmering distortion that pulls at the edges of the beach. A solitary structure, a dark spine rising from the earth, anchors itself to the horizon, its arched windows like vacant eyes staring out at the dissolving light. The shoreline is a slow unraveling, a collection of silent geometries, and the water’s surface a restless mirror reflecting the fading grandeur of the sky, a slow surrender to the deepening dark. The image has a CRT filter applied.