Heavy Land

The land is sharp, dry, and of the planet Trigmor's most unforgiving terrain where even gods would death-dream without the succulent supply of water they drain from their own fingertips. Now, the shaman praises the star as it burns into a blue luminescence, giving him a great source of energy through his ancient staff held by his crumbled hand. The horse holds its own life with its weak limbs, holding a companion who pays the shaman for the deliverance of water. "We struggle, but we will live on."

This artwork took honestly a bit too long. It started mostly in black and white, then I started messing with settings suitable for a "you puck at shotoshop" skill-set. Ack!

Of course, I'm still super happy! Yeah! Go water!

Photoshop CS4, Wacom Intuos 3