DEMONIAC Concept Art

This is a concept cover art done around last year at this time. It is supposed to feature Milla floating in the river of Styx. Unseen in this caption is Cerebus as he devours souls, based off of a Blake painting. Much of Demoniac is inspired by William Blake’s “Songs of Innocence & Songs of Experience” so this was fitting. Not sure how he got cut out of the picture.

More concept art for part I of the story “Innocence.” Milla in a German Impressionistic madhouse where the pages of her diary are sucked into the blackhole-like door at the lefthand corner. The wallpaper looks like prison bars on a curtain. This is little Milla, shortly before she turns 13 methinks.

A doodle of Lady Arteberry. Again with the big heads and the little bodies.  Lady is exceedingly fun to draw.

Finally, a sketch of Buck…licking a sharp object. He and Fonso’s character design are nearly identical, especially uncolored. Another example of big head, little body. Not sure why i draw that way. I can do realistic but stylized is so much more fun!
For a picture of Bri and Orion (who appear in Book 2), click here.
All are pencil sketches because I’m not high tech. Just thought I’d like to share some of the better sketches.
Demoniac: a Memoir and all characters are ©2008-2011 Luz Briar.

poem from DEMONIAC- My Lady

Lady Arteberry from "Demoniac: a memoir"

The angels sculpted you
with eyes on the cemetery
and clothed you in eloquence,
everything contrary
to the wisdom on your tongue;
the prose you speak in dull places
and yet your glass heart thumps
 with an innocence strong as laces.
Lady of mine, what do you sing with your eyes?
What shapes do play in the stain glass, you’d say?
You perch there in church
to look at the glass
and then you are gone,
you leave before mass.
Lady of mine, questions are your crown.
Only you could smile with a frown.

(Poem by Milla Waifly)

(c)2011 Luz Briar.

A Song for Joy: from "Demoniac"

a Poem to Joy
Her name was Joy for she smiled wide smiles
Wide as the sky, as a little child
But when she bore a babe they would sigh and die
Poor joy was dejected; she cried and cried
Until keepers came to throw and tote
Joy into the madhouse with her woe, not to let her out
So endless tears could fall and fall
Out of our sight behind walls and walls

(from my "Demoniac" book. Go on, ask me about it!)
 (c)2010 me.