Ziggetai - Veil Of The Gods

Inspiration.

Night Snow at Kanbara from the Fifty-three Stations of the Tōkaidō series, Utagawa Hiroshige, circa 1834

Woodblock print 8 ⅞ x 13 ⅞ in. (22.6 x 35.3 cm)

Inspiration.

Hiroaki Takahashi, better known by his artist name Shotei, was a leading figure in the 20th-century Shin Hanga or “new prints” style.Part 1 of 4

Mahjuti

Veil of the Gods features a magical system based on the ideas of Austin Osman Spare- a well-known 20th century artist and all round weirdo. He played with ancient and medieval ideas of magic especially the Norse magical tradition of Galdr. At a young age he came up with his own system based on graphics to empower his spells. He called these graphics sigils. I’ve developed his ideas much further for the storyline of Veil of the Gods. I call the symbolic designs glyphs rather than sigils and I’ve named the system of magic in Veil of the Gods- Mahjuti. Here’s one of the Hyper-Glyphs that feature in the coming chapters.

Inspiration.

Hasui Kawase

"Spring Moon at Ninomiya Beach", 1932.

We’re getting closer to release day. I’m so busy creating this graphic novel I can forget to post here. Please forgive me. Can’t wait to share the full thing with you all.

Been working on some spirit portraits...

Here’s the latest trailer for Veil of the Gods...

My lastest piece listed as an NFT on Foundation

https://foundation.app/@Ziggetai/~/128586

Exhausted from another fourteen-hour shift, Yonani Khan sat back in her favourite armchair with a sigh. She only meant to rest her eyes for a moment, but she slipped into a deep, coma-like sleep straight away.

Yona rarely recalled her dreams. She joked, that there wasn’t anything worth remembering about them. This one, however, was different. She was walking along an inexplicably familiar hallway lit by piercing cyan. As much as it felt like home, she had no memory of the place and that startled her a little.

A large glass bubble enclosed her head and the air pumping into it was sweet. The scented freshness reminded her of the pristine mountain ranges that stand at the edge of the known world. Yona frowned.

How could that be? She’d never actually been anywhere near the southern continent. She’d never been out of the city. Her head was buzzing with questions. A little stab of anxiety fluttered her heartbeat. Somehow, she suppressed her confusion and determined to walk on without distraction. An instinct told her, that she could not afford to be late.

That first sleep-vision was the most straightforward one. After that her dreams got really, really interesting.