Below are the 3 drawings i created for the competition.I decided to go with a look that i would say made the book look evil as i believe the book is evil.I made up a new technique on photoshop to create these images. I wish to improve this technique in the future as i want to have my own style of drawing in books in the future and if i look a tutorials my work will just look the same as other peoples. I do not wish that as i believe in art the best thing is to be original.
"I had no idea of the conditions, he [the harlequin] said: these heads were the heads of rebels. I shocked him excessively by laughing. Rebels! What would be the next definition I was to hear? There had been enemies, criminals, workers—and these were rebels. Those rebellious heads looked very subdued to me on their sticks."
“I ordered the men to prepare to lift the anchor in case we had to leave suddenly. ‘Will they attack?’ whispered a voice. ‘We’ll be butchered in this fog,’ said another. Our hands trembled, our eyes forgot to blink. It was interesting to contrasting expressions on the white men and the black fellows, who were just as unfamiliar with that part of the river as we were. The whites were clearly upset and shaken, and looked shocked by such outrageous noises. The black men, on the other hand, looked alert but generally calm. Two of the men were even smiling as they prepared the anchor. Their headman was standing near me. ‘Hmm,’ I said. ‘Catch him,’ he said, flashing his sharp teeth. ‘Catch him and give him to us.’ ‘What would you do with him?’ ‘Eat him!’ he said, as he looked out into the fog. I would have been horrified, but it occurred to me that the natives onboard must have been very hungry.
on one end a large shining map, marked with all the colours of a rainbow. There was a vast amount of red - good to see at any time, because one knows that some real work is done in there, a deuce of a lot of blue, a little green, smears of orange, and, on the East Coast, a purple patch, to show where the jolly pioneers of progress drink the jolly lager-beer. However, I wasn't going into any of these. I was going into the yellow. Dead in the centre. And the river was there—fascinating—deadly—like a snake."
"I had no idea of the conditions, he [the harlequin] said: these heads were the heads of rebels. I shocked him excessively by laughing. Rebels! What would be the next definition I was to hear? There had been enemies, criminals, workers—and these were rebels. Those rebellious heads looked very subdued to me on their sticks."
“I ordered the men to prepare to lift the anchor in case we had to leave suddenly. ‘Will they attack?’ whispered a voice. ‘We’ll be butchered in this fog,’ said another. Our hands trembled, our eyes forgot to blink. It was interesting to contrasting expressions on the white men and the black fellows, who were just as unfamiliar with that part of the river as we were. The whites were clearly upset and shaken, and looked shocked by such outrageous noises. The black men, on the other hand, looked alert but generally calm. Two of the men were even smiling as they prepared the anchor. Their headman was standing near me. ‘Hmm,’ I said. ‘Catch him,’ he said, flashing his sharp teeth. ‘Catch him and give him to us.’ ‘What would you do with him?’ ‘Eat him!’ he said, as he looked out into the fog. I would have been horrified, but it occurred to me that the natives onboard must have been very hungry.
on one end a large shining map, marked with all the colours of a rainbow. There was a vast amount of red - good to see at any time, because one knows that some real work is done in there, a deuce of a lot of blue, a little green, smears of orange, and, on the East Coast, a purple patch, to show where the jolly pioneers of progress drink the jolly lager-beer. However, I wasn't going into any of these. I was going into the yellow. Dead in the centre. And the river was there—fascinating—deadly—like a snake."
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