Some very early and rough head studies for Lady Afreyt and Lady Cif from Salthaven. They'll need much refining (especially Cif, in my opinion). To catch on paper the vivid charisma and true appeal of these two feminine mirror images of Fafhrd (Afreyt) and The Gray (Cif) won't be easy at all...
Afreyt
... and Cif
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
In search of inspiration
Trying to get my eyes on all valuable iconographic sources on Leiber's duo I can manage to find (better scans, rarities, link suggestions and any such material more than welcome).
Two oniric covers by master illustrator Karel Thole (for the italian edition by Editrice Nord)
A complete series of "covers" by Andreas Martens (the images are linked from Dossier Andreas , a very rich site on this great german artist, father of Rork, Capricorne and Cromwell Stone
Covers by Mike "seven wonders" Mignola, realized (along with some interior art I couldn't get my hands on yet...) for the White Wolf edition
Two oniric covers by master illustrator Karel Thole (for the italian edition by Editrice Nord)
A complete series of "covers" by Andreas Martens (the images are linked from Dossier Andreas , a very rich site on this great german artist, father of Rork, Capricorne and Cromwell Stone
Covers by Mike "seven wonders" Mignola, realized (along with some interior art I couldn't get my hands on yet...) for the White Wolf edition
Thursday, June 19, 2008
The grey clad fencer-thief from Lankhmar...
Some early sketches of the Mouser.
I know... Leiber never wrote about The Grey having such errolflynnish facial hair features. True enough is that his heroes, during their adventures, had changed their look a lot (shaving bald, gaining and loosing weight, growing beard and moustache, loosing a hand...). Maybe we'll shave him later...
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
In the beginning there was The Silver Eel...
"I am tired, Gray Mouser, of these little brushes with Death," Fafhrd the Northerner said, lifting his dinted, livid goblet and taking a measured sup of sweet ferment of grape laced with bitter brandy. "Want a big one?" his comrade scoffed, drinking likewise. Fafhrd considered that, while his gaze traveled slowly yet without stop all the way round the tavern, whose sign was a tarnished and serpentine silver fish. "Perhaps," he said. "It's a dull night," the other agreed.
[from The frost monstreme]
A work in progress. Hopefully our friends at Dark Horse will take notice and smile at us. All sketches and drawings by artist Giuliano Giunta. The guy's very talented but yet too dumb to propose himself seriously to some publisher... Till he put some salt in his head, I'll continue to use him as a skillful drawing extension of my own (and Leiber's) imagination. More sketches to come...
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