lashman
@lashman@mastodon.social  ·  activity timestamp 21 hours ago

Another #PixelArt daily done! 😊 Path to elsewhere.

You can grab the full-quality versions (for free) here: https://ko-fi.com/i/IJ3J81IPAM8

ENJOY!

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

Pixel art of a landscape sculpted from fractured memory, where a stone pathway, a grey river of time, cleaves directly into the heart of a crystalline wilderness. Jagged formations, like frozen lightning strikes, rise in a dense chorus of dark blues and grays, their sharp angles mirroring a forgotten architecture. The ground breathes between them, a shadowed earth from which these mineral spires bloom. A slow climb ascends to a plateau crowned by arching structures, twin gates framing a distant water’s embrace, a liquid mirror reflecting a sky ablaze with sunset’s molten hues. A lone figure, a punctuation mark on the winding route, faces the horizon where the sun, a gilded coin, hovers above a boundless expanse. Scattered like fallen stars, tiny yellow lights shimmer across the scene, a constellation born of stone and sky, while long shadows stretch like fingers across the fractured ground, tracing the path’s relentless journey toward an unseen destination.
Pixel art of a landscape sculpted from fractured memory, where a stone pathway, a grey river of time, cleaves directly into the heart of a crystalline wilderness. Jagged formations, like frozen lightning strikes, rise in a dense chorus of dark blues and grays, their sharp angles mirroring a forgotten architecture. The ground breathes between them, a shadowed earth from which these mineral spires bloom. A slow climb ascends to a plateau crowned by arching structures, twin gates framing a distant water’s embrace, a liquid mirror reflecting a sky ablaze with sunset’s molten hues. A lone figure, a punctuation mark on the winding route, faces the horizon where the sun, a gilded coin, hovers above a boundless expanse. Scattered like fallen stars, tiny yellow lights shimmer across the scene, a constellation born of stone and sky, while long shadows stretch like fingers across the fractured ground, tracing the path’s relentless journey toward an unseen destination.
Pixel art of a landscape sculpted from fractured memory, where a stone pathway, a grey river of time, cleaves directly into the heart of a crystalline wilderness. Jagged formations, like frozen lightning strikes, rise in a dense chorus of dark blues and grays, their sharp angles mirroring a forgotten architecture. The ground breathes between them, a shadowed earth from which these mineral spires bloom. A slow climb ascends to a plateau crowned by arching structures, twin gates framing a distant water’s embrace, a liquid mirror reflecting a sky ablaze with sunset’s molten hues. A lone figure, a punctuation mark on the winding route, faces the horizon where the sun, a gilded coin, hovers above a boundless expanse. Scattered like fallen stars, tiny yellow lights shimmer across the scene, a constellation born of stone and sky, while long shadows stretch like fingers across the fractured ground, tracing the path’s relentless journey toward an unseen destination.
Pixel art of a landscape sculpted from fractured memory, where a stone pathway, a grey river of time, cleaves directly into the heart of a crystalline wilderness. Jagged formations, like frozen lightning strikes, rise in a dense chorus of dark blues and grays, their sharp angles mirroring a forgotten architecture. The ground breathes between them, a shadowed earth from which these mineral spires bloom. A slow climb ascends to a plateau crowned by arching structures, twin gates framing a distant water’s embrace, a liquid mirror reflecting a sky ablaze with sunset’s molten hues. A lone figure, a punctuation mark on the winding route, faces the horizon where the sun, a gilded coin, hovers above a boundless expanse. Scattered like fallen stars, tiny yellow lights shimmer across the scene, a constellation born of stone and sky, while long shadows stretch like fingers across the fractured ground, tracing the path’s relentless journey toward an unseen destination. The image has a CRT filter applied.
Pixel art of a landscape sculpted from fractured memory, where a stone pathway, a grey river of time, cleaves directly into the heart of a crystalline wilderness. Jagged formations, like frozen lightning strikes, rise in a dense chorus of dark blues and grays, their sharp angles mirroring a forgotten architecture. The ground breathes between them, a shadowed earth from which these mineral spires bloom. A slow climb ascends to a plateau crowned by arching structures, twin gates framing a distant water’s embrace, a liquid mirror reflecting a sky ablaze with sunset’s molten hues. A lone figure, a punctuation mark on the winding route, faces the horizon where the sun, a gilded coin, hovers above a boundless expanse. Scattered like fallen stars, tiny yellow lights shimmer across the scene, a constellation born of stone and sky, while long shadows stretch like fingers across the fractured ground, tracing the path’s relentless journey toward an unseen destination. The image has a CRT filter applied.
Pixel art of a landscape sculpted from fractured memory, where a stone pathway, a grey river of time, cleaves directly into the heart of a crystalline wilderness. Jagged formations, like frozen lightning strikes, rise in a dense chorus of dark blues and grays, their sharp angles mirroring a forgotten architecture. The ground breathes between them, a shadowed earth from which these mineral spires bloom. A slow climb ascends to a plateau crowned by arching structures, twin gates framing a distant water’s embrace, a liquid mirror reflecting a sky ablaze with sunset’s molten hues. A lone figure, a punctuation mark on the winding route, faces the horizon where the sun, a gilded coin, hovers above a boundless expanse. Scattered like fallen stars, tiny yellow lights shimmer across the scene, a constellation born of stone and sky, while long shadows stretch like fingers across the fractured ground, tracing the path’s relentless journey toward an unseen destination. The image has a CRT filter applied.
lashman
@lashman@mastodon.social  ·  activity timestamp 3 days ago

hey, guess what - i made a new t-shirt design, haha 😊 hope you like it :D

#mastoArt #digitalArt#fediArt #art #tshirt#creativeToots

This image is a bold, retro-futuristic propaganda-style poster with a vintage color palette of deep red, orange, and black. The main text, written in large block letters, reads: “FULLY-AUTOMATED LUXURY GAY SPACE COMMUNISM” The design features a stylized figure of a young astronaut, wearing glasses and a space suit adorned with a patch of the Progress Pride flag. The astronaut looks heroically off into the distance. Behind them, a large rocket bearing a Soviet-style hammer and sickle is blasting upward, while a futuristic space station or tower appears in the background. Star shapes and sunburst rays add to the sense of movement and optimism. The overall aesthetic mimics mid-20th-century socialist propaganda posters, combining utopian sci-fi themes with a celebration of LGBTQ+ identity, automation, and radical leftist politics.
This image is a bold, retro-futuristic propaganda-style poster with a vintage color palette of deep red, orange, and black. The main text, written in large block letters, reads: “FULLY-AUTOMATED LUXURY GAY SPACE COMMUNISM” The design features a stylized figure of a young astronaut, wearing glasses and a space suit adorned with a patch of the Progress Pride flag. The astronaut looks heroically off into the distance. Behind them, a large rocket bearing a Soviet-style hammer and sickle is blasting upward, while a futuristic space station or tower appears in the background. Star shapes and sunburst rays add to the sense of movement and optimism. The overall aesthetic mimics mid-20th-century socialist propaganda posters, combining utopian sci-fi themes with a celebration of LGBTQ+ identity, automation, and radical leftist politics.
This image is a bold, retro-futuristic propaganda-style poster with a vintage color palette of deep red, orange, and black. The main text, written in large block letters, reads: “FULLY-AUTOMATED LUXURY GAY SPACE COMMUNISM” The design features a stylized figure of a young astronaut, wearing glasses and a space suit adorned with a patch of the Progress Pride flag. The astronaut looks heroically off into the distance. Behind them, a large rocket bearing a Soviet-style hammer and sickle is blasting upward, while a futuristic space station or tower appears in the background. Star shapes and sunburst rays add to the sense of movement and optimism. The overall aesthetic mimics mid-20th-century socialist propaganda posters, combining utopian sci-fi themes with a celebration of LGBTQ+ identity, automation, and radical leftist politics.
Exilian
@Exilian@indiepocalypse.social  ·  activity timestamp 6 days ago

Updates from the Forge 58 is now out! You can discover new #GameDev and creative writing projects and resources in each issue of these community newsletters. And if you'd like your project featured for autumn, just drop by and post it on Exilian sometime :)

This issue includes creators including @midnightspire, @EntangledPear, @Innkeep and @JubalBarca if you want to follow them, with everything from dungeon-crawling magical girls, conniving innkeepers, and wily folklorists through to tiny dwarf houses and twirly seashells.

Check out the issue here:
https://exilian.co.uk/forum/index.php?msg=164614

Boosts welcome!

#WritingCommunity#IndieDev#Poetry#CreativeToots

OliverUv
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Dave Bowman
@dabowphoto@mastodon.social  ·  activity timestamp 4 weeks ago

'HARRIS STORM'
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Storm clouds and rain sweeping over distant Scottish mountains, viewed from Luskentyre beach on the Isle of Harris.
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https://dave-bowman.pixels.com/featured/harris-storm-dave-bowman.html
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#photography #photographersunited#isleofharris #scottishseascape #seascapephotos #fineartphotos #wallart#BuyIntoArt#GiftThemArt#ArtMatters#AYearofArt #artistonmastodon
#AYearForArt
#fedigiftshop#MastoArt #interiordecor #homedecor #homedecoration #creativetoots #artbooster #davebowmanphotography

A photograph of storm clouds and rain sweeping over distant Scottish mountains, seen from Luskentyre Beach on the Isle of Harris. In the foreground, pale sand meets soft, foaming surf, where a slight long exposure blurs the motion of the incoming waves, giving the water a smooth, flowing texture. The sea displays the distinctive turquoise hue that Harris is known for, standing out against the dark, moody tones of the distant mountains beneath a heavy, rain-filled sky. The contrast between the vibrant shoreline and the brooding weather creates a striking sense of atmosphere and depth.
A photograph of storm clouds and rain sweeping over distant Scottish mountains, seen from Luskentyre Beach on the Isle of Harris. In the foreground, pale sand meets soft, foaming surf, where a slight long exposure blurs the motion of the incoming waves, giving the water a smooth, flowing texture. The sea displays the distinctive turquoise hue that Harris is known for, standing out against the dark, moody tones of the distant mountains beneath a heavy, rain-filled sky. The contrast between the vibrant shoreline and the brooding weather creates a striking sense of atmosphere and depth.
A photograph of storm clouds and rain sweeping over distant Scottish mountains, seen from Luskentyre Beach on the Isle of Harris. In the foreground, pale sand meets soft, foaming surf, where a slight long exposure blurs the motion of the incoming waves, giving the water a smooth, flowing texture. The sea displays the distinctive turquoise hue that Harris is known for, standing out against the dark, moody tones of the distant mountains beneath a heavy, rain-filled sky. The contrast between the vibrant shoreline and the brooding weather creates a striking sense of atmosphere and depth.
James Baillie
@JubalBarca@scholar.social  ·  activity timestamp 4 weeks ago

A friend (who's not on Fedi) is looking to pay to commission some art:
- Landscape, semi-realistic style
- Personal use, not for a commercial project
- Needs doing within the next month from now
- Absolutely no AI

If you think the above might fit what you can do, give me a shout and I'll put you in touch with them by email or discord. If not, please boost!

#Art#Commission#MastoArt#CreativeToots
lashman
@lashman@mastodon.social  ·  activity timestamp 4 weeks 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.
Exilian
@Exilian@indiepocalypse.social  ·  activity timestamp 4 weeks ago

In the coming days we'll be writing our next quarterly newsletter! If you have a creative project or resource that you'd like to be included, just drop in on the forum and post about it over the course of this weekend.

Questions welcome :)

https://exilian.co.uk/forum/index.php

#CreativeToots#WritingCommunity#GameDev#TTRPG#MastoArt