I can’t paint goldie things to save myself. A while ago a very nice person left me a comment about an old Anders painting (that needs a blood sacrifice to save it I swear) and it was so out of the blue that I’ve felt super bad for not finishing it. So thank you ;3;
During a fight with Corypheus
Anders: Want to see what’s under these robes?!
Your gallery is so beautiful. Every single piece is done to such a high standard. What stands out for me the most is your perfect understanding of light and shadow. Light light light. It adds so much soul to your pieces.
You are also such a dedicated artist, which I truly admire. Everything is rendered beautifully, you even take the time to take apart your subject and draw different parts of their outfits in more detail.
But you also have such a fantastic understanding on anatomy without overdoing it with heavy lines. It’s not just human or animal anatomy either, you draw lovely concepts for a myriad of terrifying creatures with such detail and thought. I have so much artist envy.
Your pastels are just lovely. They are soft, self-contained, intimate little wondermoments. Simply beautiful.
But I will leave you all with this.
Thank you Millicious!
Two Anders smiles: 9:31 Dragon and 9:37 Dragon.
So many things change during those years—both in Thedas, and within Anders himself—a fact that’s evident here, in the evolution of his smile.
But I find the similarities as striking as the differences. It shows that even with all the ways Anders is irrevocably changed by Justice and by circumstance, certain core aspects of his character remain immutable.
anders’s body type is something i spend a lot of time thinking about and i swear it’s not just for obvious reasons. i always imagine him as softer, maybe broader, in awakening, because he comes straight from circle life, where mages are taken out for walkies occasionally but there isn’t much real, ranged exercise; the meals come regularly and they’re probably decent—save for when you’re spending a year in solitary. he’s more physically matured when he pops up for the first time, i think, with a bit more muscle in his arms than before that year in solitary, sinew earned and sinew wasted—and also, he has to have strong arms to spelunk down the side of the tower with a rope made of sheets and senior enchanters’ smalls, which i always imagine him doing—but there’s comfort there. he has a comfortable body, not a warrior’s frame but not necessarily the leanest of mages, either. he’s somewhere in-between, which to be honest is what anders has a habit of defaulting to. somewhere in-between.
at that point in his life, it suits him.
but the coat in da2 is heavy. his arms are so lithe, so slim when he holds one up in the darktown clinic to ask why do you threaten it, and while i always liked the idea of slightly barrel-chested or barrel-bellied anders, i think so much of it is a trick of the light, a trick of the padding. some animals puff themselves up with feathers or fur and anders fills himself out with the former, broadening his shoulders, making himself seem bigger than he really is. the fabric is thick. there are all these buckles to hold it together. and anders is a man not diminished in every way, a man not worn away to nothing, but a body that has been, because he puts the needs of that body aside. meals forgotten—sandwiches offered in earnest, though it seems like a joke at the time—and hard work, little sleep, ceaseless movement; anders is always digging his heels in, trying to keep the line from being pushed back more and more, running apostates through kirkwall’s sewers to free them from the city of their chains. each muscle is harder now. the sinew is truly earned. whatever in-between comfort he had before is no longer his life; he no longer lives it or in it. (and hawke never gets to know what anders’s butt used to look like. …of course, this is all raging headcanon.)
but it’s body studies like these that really bring that physicality of a character, his stages, his progression, his changes, home to me. it gives them tangible form, something i can look at and say oh that’s how that muscle moves and look at those slimmer arms, tucked away into a lover’s hold. and i love how much character his body has, how much thought put into the way the muscles move, how thick they are. this feels like a life in stages, a character arc as told through sheer physical progression. i love it.
reblogging for fantastic shimmy commentary ;;
Reblogging because I really like the second picture. :I
And dat bum. <3
Also I agree. Magi from the Circle probably have softer muscles/bodies. I’ve always loved that idea that everyone has this lean but really “soft” anatomy, unless they leave the Circle.