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Wynn Smith

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2D/3D Artist
animation intern @findingpictures
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Granma's hot cocoa :)

Tags: #visdev #digitalpainting #digitalartist #backgroundart #procreate by @iampaintbucket

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3 years ago

Belated birthday art!! i was so busy with assignments lately sigh (my lighting is so poopoo caca oh gosh but whatever)

#digitalillustration #ocillustration #selfinsert #procreateillustration by @iampaintbucket

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a year ago

As Llewell and Wilhelm fled from the creeping darkness of the night, they caught sight of a structure in the distance, a forsaken sanctuary perched on the edge of a cliff, standing in solemn isolation.

As they approached, the grand doors loomed before them, shut tight as though untouched for centuries. Maybe millennia.. Llewell placed a hand upon the worn surface, feeling the thick layer of dust undisturbed by time. To her surprise, the doors groaned softly as they yielded to the slightest push, swinging inward with an eerie ease.

The moment they stepped inside, the air shifted. A heavy sorrow settled over them, unbidden and suffocating. A grief that was not their own seeped into their bones.

They felt as if they had... lost someone.

Someone who had.. cared for them.

Someone who had loved them.. deeply.

Tears welled in their eyes, slipping down their cheeks without reason, as if mourning a name they had long forgotten.

And then, they saw them.

A gathering of angels, their celestial forms frozen in lament. They stood or knelt around an ornate tomb, their sorrow as still as stone yet vast as eternity.

One knelt beside the tomb, their head bowed, white hair cascading over their face to shield their silent despair. Their wings, once mighty, lay drooped, brushing the cold stone of the tomb in quiet reverence.

Another sat at the foot of the grave, head cradled in trembling hands, their wings wrapped tightly around themselves.. seeking shelter from a grief too profound to bear.

One angel pressed their forehead to the tomb, fingers splayed across its surface, as if longing to reach beyond the veil.. to touch a soul forever beyond their grasp.

Another stood close, hands crossed over where a heart would be, eyes closed, wings half-spread in a futile attempt to shield the grave from the passage of time itself.

They did not move. They did not speak. They simply mourned, their grief carved into every feather, every bowed head, every trembling hand. They had stood like this for untold ages, despite their kind knowing nothing of time’s decay. And yet, still they remained, their silent vigil unbroken. Goodness knows how long.

#OC by @iampaintbucket

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2 years ago

doodle by @iampaintbucket

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12 days ago

便秘｡｡ #oc by @iampaintbucket

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12 days ago

Stoody by @iampaintbucket

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15 days ago

Stoody by @iampaintbucket

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a month ago

Poopoo colour stoody by @iampaintbucket

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2 months ago

stoody by @iampaintbucket

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3 months ago

study
cred to @chloeworthyart for the image ref :) by @iampaintbucket

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3 months ago

it will be okay by @iampaintbucket

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4 months ago

Golden afternoon

2D animation done on Procreate, 3D lighting & rendering & compositing on Autodesk MAYA

#animation #maya3d #procreate #oc by @iampaintbucket

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9 months ago