Digital Illustration

  • Role Artist & Writer
  • For Personal Work

Snow dances on dainty leaves, frost embracing the earth. There’s beauty and life in the whiteness of the frost – the humblest birds tweet a winter song.

Delicate blooms amidst a sword of steel, patient smiles against the ever darkening skies. Veritas Lux Seculum have always wanted nothing else but a respite from her fate. The sins of the kings and queens were not hers to bear and yet the sword in her hand demands her to redeem them for both their mistakes and offenses. Such is the punishment of good people, as they all say.


The artist

The smell of the cold wind permeated the air, while the golden light of the afternoon sun was beautifully glowing on the leaves, the pavements, on busy feet and falling upon breathless, captivated lips.