Malebolgia
02-07-2008, 07:17 PM
Carlos
« In God's name, Hurry ! We are going to die ... We're gonna die !!
- Shut up! He's coming ... Where the heck are those damn keys ???
- Are you sure it is him? That's impossible.
- Of course it's Carlos! I do not know what was in that vial in lab 7, but it splattered his arm this morning when the vial broke.
- And it turned him into... this thing?
- Quiet! He sounds close and seems determined to find us! If I could just find the right key, we could get out of here and find some hel... RRRHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!
- (choir) AAAAHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... »
Size : 45mm
Artwork : Jean Ramet
Sculpture : Romain Van den Bogaert (Allan Carrasco for the mechanical arm and gas mask)
Painting : Jérémie Bonamant Teboul
Text : Cyril Denoual, translation by Viktor Bauer & Chris Bohrer
http://www.kraken-editions.com/en/artefactory/science-fiction/index.html#c2317
Furgol
"The creature walked towards us, stumbling in the growing darkness that accentuated the pale lividity of its unnatural skin. His rusty weapon swung at the same erratic rhythm of his walk, like it was trying to compensate for its owner’s precarious balance. We should have been terrified by this warped creature who could feel but hatred for us.
But strangely its decrepit aspect awakened nothing but pity in us. Seeing it so heinously target our lives, we could not help but be touched by Furgol and his appealing mediocrity."
Size: 40mm
Sculpture: Allan Carrasco
Painting: Jérémie Bonamant Teboul
Text: Cyril Denoual, translation by Viktor Bauer & Chris Bohrer
http://www.kraken-editions.com/en/artefactory/fantasy/index.html#c2313
The Arctic Imperator
And so he stood at the heart of his Empire, enforcing his iron will on the frozen land of his kingdom of ice.
Beak raised towards the sky, he was unable to see those he considered his subjects on the ground around him; subjects who did not listen to him whatsoever.
They did not care about this emperor; the kiss of the sun would reveal that his empire, like his ambition, was nothing but water.
Size : 20 mm
Sculpture : Jérémie Bonamant Teboul
Painting : Jérémie Bonamant Teboul
Text : Cyril Denoual
http://www.kraken-editions.com/en/artefactory/humor/index.html#c2334
More info:
http://www.kraken-editions.com/en/artefactory/artefactory/index.html
Can't seem to copy the pictures...News monkeys hate that:ripped:
« In God's name, Hurry ! We are going to die ... We're gonna die !!
- Shut up! He's coming ... Where the heck are those damn keys ???
- Are you sure it is him? That's impossible.
- Of course it's Carlos! I do not know what was in that vial in lab 7, but it splattered his arm this morning when the vial broke.
- And it turned him into... this thing?
- Quiet! He sounds close and seems determined to find us! If I could just find the right key, we could get out of here and find some hel... RRRHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!
- (choir) AAAAHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... »
Size : 45mm
Artwork : Jean Ramet
Sculpture : Romain Van den Bogaert (Allan Carrasco for the mechanical arm and gas mask)
Painting : Jérémie Bonamant Teboul
Text : Cyril Denoual, translation by Viktor Bauer & Chris Bohrer
http://www.kraken-editions.com/en/artefactory/science-fiction/index.html#c2317
Furgol
"The creature walked towards us, stumbling in the growing darkness that accentuated the pale lividity of its unnatural skin. His rusty weapon swung at the same erratic rhythm of his walk, like it was trying to compensate for its owner’s precarious balance. We should have been terrified by this warped creature who could feel but hatred for us.
But strangely its decrepit aspect awakened nothing but pity in us. Seeing it so heinously target our lives, we could not help but be touched by Furgol and his appealing mediocrity."
Size: 40mm
Sculpture: Allan Carrasco
Painting: Jérémie Bonamant Teboul
Text: Cyril Denoual, translation by Viktor Bauer & Chris Bohrer
http://www.kraken-editions.com/en/artefactory/fantasy/index.html#c2313
The Arctic Imperator
And so he stood at the heart of his Empire, enforcing his iron will on the frozen land of his kingdom of ice.
Beak raised towards the sky, he was unable to see those he considered his subjects on the ground around him; subjects who did not listen to him whatsoever.
They did not care about this emperor; the kiss of the sun would reveal that his empire, like his ambition, was nothing but water.
Size : 20 mm
Sculpture : Jérémie Bonamant Teboul
Painting : Jérémie Bonamant Teboul
Text : Cyril Denoual
http://www.kraken-editions.com/en/artefactory/humor/index.html#c2334
More info:
http://www.kraken-editions.com/en/artefactory/artefactory/index.html
Can't seem to copy the pictures...News monkeys hate that:ripped: