Rumbling amongst the bracken, the crumb bumble thatched. Never once had he seen such treasure, glistening off each branch. The dew and mist were gathered there and rising up like fog, the runners of the brackens reach, climbed up these silvery links. Michael Kutsche – A subtle mix of comic, movie and Flemish renaissance painting…
Releasing the chain’s cusp did no good. It did not move. It would not move. Coated with scales and fur, stretching past the openings at each end of the gorge, it lay there, the last of them. As night fell, there was but one last hope. He wrapped the cord from head to tail and…
Lying against the planks, he grabbed the edge, peering beneath the tilted deck space. Millions of them! All working away with their surroundings illuminated by the light coursing through their veins. The source of the energy was clear. Buried in the midst of them it glowed, a pebble hare clothed in these links. Andrey Lazarev…
Sitting at the ledge, the small boy bot lowered his visor. This is what he was made for and, as it happens, the only thing that made him feel quite human. They were close. He sensed them. Pushing off from the ledge he dove into the ravine, fire packs initiating. Around the bend, they came,…
Once, when roads were dirt and stick, dust falling from a travelers trip and stories from their lip, a girl. She sat in the meadow watching as they passed, adventure on her mind, a spritely girl of only nine. When passing by on a cloudy day, a tree-like man, with fingers eight to each hand,…
When a swarm of chinchilla babies is seen floating through the air, the first thought is always to run. But few know, that running full speed toward them will form a magnetic field around yourself, lifting you from the ground to reveal these links. Takanori Aiba – Takanori is a designer and illustrator creating complex…
And once he floated past the dock’s end, all scale disappeared from view. He could sense the foam, blue in it’s liquid hue, lapping against the distant rocks. A ferry’s horn creeping through the fog. Where would he hit? The light spoke. The flash blinding. There he lay in a field of white heather. Color…
Blown up bandages wrapped the wires and wimples of the war torn wasteland. It would indeed be a challenge to find. Bending back sheets of steel from the surface, he began. Days turned to months, months turned to years and one afternoon, a glow from the ground and the chest covered in the shadow of…
Decidedly pertinent as it was, he set forth, silvery landscaped before him and each step sending a minor chord of mischief through the white haze layered against the ground. On his back, the survivors, a small lot, best know for their gun arts and the ability to form bullets from these links. Victorior – The…
Vapor rolled from the jaw of the ice glazed face. There were literally hundreds spread throughout the forest floor. Some behind trees, other frozen mid-stride, and still others frolicking in the leaves, with all signs of mischief pointing to these links. Mark Molnar – Concept art and illustration. Vehicles, characters, creatures and more are all…
Buried amongst the thorns, winter long and cold, the bramble beast. Should the rope be torn from his pack fast enough, he may ride, but quick the beast is and torn not was his sheathed cord. Found there amidst briared air, he stood, breath stolen, as rose slow the the bramble beast dripping with these…
When sailing his house on the wooded sea, green moss pillows rose against the eaves. And upon the rolls of wave shed leaves, floated this princess and pauper king, silently sailing in moonlit peace, eating smoked salmon and squeezing these links. Hal Tenny – Wonderfully expansive fractal art (made using Mandelbulb 3D and Apophysis) to…
Gripping the cord, strung between a bottle and bewilderment, he struck the membrane. The vibrations echoed through the passage, off his eyes and into the face of the small beastie squeezing these links. Ray Ceasar – The art of a dog that takes a melancholy mood, mixes it with five layers of feelings and emotions…
Then, hopping down the snow-drawn path, with bells singing a muted rhyme, it happened upon a cranberry grove, strange and quite serene. There in the light and shadows still, a beckoning upon that hill, a band of rabid Christmas minks, gnawing on these chewy links. Evan Raditya Pratomo – Classic and fiarytale combined, exploring worlds…
The creoxithan seeped onto the outer hull, leaching the painted emblem of the Alliance crest off the ancient metal beneath. They couldn’t contain what lie inside much longer. Neither, could they ignore the fire gales beyond the hatch. Caught between two ends and no apparent way out, they decided to take these links. Steve Burg…
And slipping into the grassy depths, the shadows fell, the sun disappeared overhead and the earthy floor tumble out before her. What strange and vibrant things were these passing by? A snail of purple playing didgeriplinks with an elfkin on top launching these links. Amy Sol – Quiet and peaceful. Little pandas sitting on shoulders…
Large balls of fire shot down from the catapult batteries. No one had noticed, but it seemed as though anything that came within a 500 foot proximity of the keep’s wall immediately became liquid, ignited by the faintest light. Out of it’s depths shown two wee, beady eyes, beaming with the strength of a million…
The dust tumbled off the sill of the open window as his boots fell one after the other against the plank floor. “Why you’re full of nothing but prunes and palaver!” came the voice from the corner, “Going on as you do with this and that and the other and I’ll tell you what, you…
Whilst walking down the path, she found the cracks within the garden wall expanding and contracting with a vibrant rhythm. Not only had she just noticed this, when a wee rabbit popped its head through a larger crack, turning its head toward her saying, “I am made of fur and kinks, but look in my…
Dividing the darkness, down to the misty sub-structure, it leapt. Mechanical echo of rusted legs and a daggered stench spilled the pathway’s lair. And deeper still, lying in mud and time, the chalice, filled with the oil of these links. Aaron Beck – Concept artist and phenomenal painter, illustrator and photographer. Plenty of bots and…
When churning the walkways of the wild burrows, we happened upon this site. A fire, five barrels and atop each one a wee man and a sprite. “Fine and dandy,” said he. “But you have metal teeth for legs. And where your nose and eye should be, are tubes of these links instead.” Helen Kaur…
Long cycling, indispensable forces caught is the crushing grip of a reversal beam spanned steadily across the plain’s splintered sheath. The itinerants deployed. Each one knew however when it ended, they would face the electrifying horror of these links. Dimitar Tzvetanov – Dark, mysterious scenes and massive landscapes captured in the concepts and matte paintings…
The bins, shallowed in the soil by the old man’s smelting oven, oozed orange mistuals. They gave off an oder that seemed, at first, quite sublime, then turned violently foul when mixed with the warm goo of these links. Zamak – Mixing surreal and awesome, Olivier Bucheron takes CG visuals to characters and machines that…
When the blankets last whipped the sides of the metal hull, the air and all the fur-bellied fire mages stood still. The blank drawn stares looking over the edges took it all in. There, the waters disappearing before their eyes suddenly being devoured by these links. Rhafael Aseo – Incredible mix of color and intrgue…
That where the waves began rolling in, we floated, silent and still. Brought long after the footfalls of the beast metal shovel lords frozen in half battle gazes. Each held its stance as foam of rust danced and chiseled off these links. Gypsy – Sherry puts a 3D spin on fractal art, that absorbs you…
The vacuum separated. The muculent cadence of slivered vasculars enveloped the room as all but the left wall was covered. This was no ordinary rhubarb pie. Where had it been? What ingredients would do this? Had it become infected? Infected by these links? Tiago Hoisel – Fun, whimsical and also a bit scary. Tiago takes…
The grinders tore through the thick atmosphere, powering past the loops of canopied rail ivy. Mr. Trifler Husk cringed as the glass clattered up against his cane. I was silent, he thought. They never knew I was coming… no one… but these rabblerousers. Hmmppphh! Of course, they never had these links. Soukup – His process…
When the once orange line had been pulled through the rubble, clipping past the wire and rot, skipping over the broken pipes and membraned glaze of their metal husks, it all went quiet. There was something there. The veined splits appearing across our faces made it evident. It wasn’t dead. Without even thinking, we reached…
The tools clanged against the carriage. When had the mist been so thick? he thought. Even though they hadn’t seen a bonestripper in days, the stench was there. They were close. The mist masked it well, but there over the next rise, a clearing, sparkling with the power of these links. Ken Wong – His…
Once the cardboard was wrapped completely around the small creature, they were able to flip the switch. At first, nothing. Then some distinct whirs and clicks. And less than a minute later, a fully active cat-bleater was active, pulsing with the power of these links. So Much Monsters! – The CG creature bliss of Joe…
Dark hulls slipped through the waters. In the distance, we waited, breathing heavy fumes of better days, in our thoughts. Surely death was better, but what was this? A wave of electric pulses riding on the back of a thousand sea horses, carrying with them a large bowl of porridge and a cup of the…
The dripping had stopped. But what had started it? If I had look off the edge, I might have known, but dry docks don’t fix themselves, so I continued on. The evening grew close and cold, shadowing the strings of them. It wasn’t till I dropped my wrench, when I stood up and saw, saw…
Strips of color wrapped around the icy posts. The oilies, as they were called, with their dark bodies dripping across the snow, floated slowly past the hole where we hid. And suddenly, one stopped. It peered in and what we saw sent chills through our bodies. For made of what were these oilies, dripping on…
The long, indistinguishable features of the razor prawn struck hard against the rancid air. Days had passed. The few of us who were left, attached what we could to our mechanized frames. Arms, actuators, a rigbots broken wheel or the jowltubes of a fallen brother. We had to do anything possible, anything to get to…
The field vibrated. When the trees erupt from the soil… that will be my chance, he thought. Once was all it took. The ground split with a thousand mangled roots tumbling across each other. He leapt, unsheathed his swords and in a single, fluid motion cut the rootball off of these links. Karen Jacobs -…
Down, deep beneath a layer of optics and actuators, lay the last remnant of their forgotten race. The lights flickered as shadows shifted across the oily stench. Slowly, the charred, wriggling feelers pushed their way through, dripping with the oozing lung juice of these links. Jeanfrancois Liesenborghs – Sunset scenes and cloud city dreams make…
The brush and warthog walk up over the hill in a merry sort of way. They hadn’t thought to consider what might be lurking just beyond the bend however. To their shock, it was another warthog, with a similar brush, combing these links into its hair. Mathias Verhasselt – A visual development and Concept Design…
The herder stooped down to pick the violet. There were millions. But, what was this? He looked closer… and closer. These were not violets. What he had plucked from the earth was a small purple goat. It looked at him with its beady eyes and said, “These links, they are delicious.” Orlando Aquije Abarca -…
And when, without warning, the order to charge came down, they launched the orange ox into the air. To their delight, it did transform, but not into what they had expected. Instead, it took the form of beard. A beard shaped with electrifying beeswax of these links. Martin Ansin – From editorials and ads to…
The cardboard was sopping wet. Layer by layer, it went on until all you could see was his eye. One eye… glaring. There was little time to act. They were hungry, the fires were coming and the nutrients had yet to be harvested from these links. SubjektZero – SubjecktZero brings the vector bliss, with thick…
The hive rose off the back of the rock golem. A swarm thick enough to shroud it in a wisping darkness tumbled around each half floating step. And clinging to its ribs, rock goats, hopping from ledge to ledge, gnawing on these links. Finn MacManus – Ultra-superb abstraction reeling through the void of space, across…
We join our story back in amongst the pear trees where the small weasel was mending his mittens. Not once had he noticed the approaching mist, tumbling closer against the ground, sparking with the force of these charred, plasticy links. Creaaturebox – Comic-style character and mech coolness from the cell-shaded minds of Dave Guertin and…
The cause had been established. The tooth ox took action. Pushing a back hoof off the wall and the other off the face of the lipless, old man he propelled himself up, through the air, twisting around the darts of the fire leopard’s tongue. Landing, he focused, drew his gaze and shot the explosive terror…
“Tops and bottoms!” He exclaimed. “Why that’s the largest mix of hard lemon cankers and orange blossoms I’ve chanced to stick my nose upon!” Little did he know, that in the next few moments, his nostrils would be flooded by these links. Shaddy Safadi – Go on the travels through the imaginative creations of renowned…
The crushing rush of wind pushed the ship forward. By this time, most of the shifters had already replicated their phase units, save for one. He stood at the bow, looking down at the massive vortex. Turning his gaze to the sky, he gave one last shout and summoned these links. Blaine Fontana – The…
The chalice maker inhaled the deep freezing air. Vegetation was sparse, but where the tentacles had bubbled up through the surface, an oddity took shape. They twisted about him, coating him with the warm goop of these links. Denis Zilber – You’ve likely seen his art. Wonderful, playful character illustration that charms your imagination. Fight…
The curious tumbler tilted it’s motored neck out the door. Everything felt as if it was creaking, Slowly creaking. Pop!, he heard. His eyes adjusted, metal ignited and rolling swiftly toward him were these links. Levi Hopkins – Making light and environment and the mind a cataclysmic event of awe. Truly captivating concept art from…
The tilly titmouse toddled down the trail. Long had he wandered through the hanging blades of umbrella grass, wondering what bubbled on the other side of the brook. It happened one day he came upon a hole. “Into, but not Outo.” read the sign. Odd, he though, never seeing it before and chalked in the…
A coy dragon’s keeper was he. Turned hallow by an inescapable desire to turn almost anything on end. It happened one day, he came upon a lair. By no means an ordinary lair. For from it’s mouth rose a singing beast, with scales of silver and eyes boiling with these links. Anarkis – Sense of…
Tipped the hilt, he did, gently nudging the molded husk into position. The air rippled with silence. The outer layers dissolved. Gradually bones and sinew glistened, displaying the residual power of these links. Karakter – A mish-mash of three Berlin-based artists, toying with your emotions through ruckus illustration and concept art. Mars Curiosity Rover -…