Wall painting (resin art) to enhance natural light in room
Budget: £250 – £750 GBP
I’d like a resin art commission based on some creative writing I’ve previously done. I’d want it to enhance natural light in the room. Attaching digital artwork I previously commissioned based on the writing in case it’s helpful but I’d quite like the resin art to have your own artistic interpretation to it. Also attaching potential dimensions for the piece to go on the wall. This is the writing / intro text:
In just one place, there are countless stories; stories of travellers and settlers, of poverty and wealth, of glamour and gold, of rebellion and oppression, of loyalty and betrayal, tales of freedom and slavery, of lovers and companions, of happiness and misery, of tragedy and comedy. In Meggidoh, all that is good, bad and evil must come to an end for something higher and beyond it all. In Meggidoh, the future is the prelude to the past.
Seeking her, travellers descend their own mountains – mindful of the fact that everything that they considered serious was, once upon a time, a game. As the traveller drew closer, the violent, hot winds of the desert finally began to subside. When the dust settled into a moment of pure serenity, the traveller stood atop a scorching sand dune, lowering the hood of his cloak to clearly behold where the journey had brought him.
From afar, she effortlessly held his gaze and shaped his thoughts. Time flowed seamlessly around her; to her left, a full moon and the diamonds of starlight lit the clear waters of the bay; by the right, a Sun pierced the sea of the skies and bore down upon the desert. Beyond her lay the passionate horizon of a fiery sunset – an inferno of red gold. Behind him, the Sun was rising and the day was just beginning. So it was that they were suspended in reality and immersed in illusion.
The White Palace rested atop the colossal mountain city. To people, the city embodied power and wealth on Earth; the heavens revolved around her and hell pervaded through her. Her slumber conjured lucid dreams and vivid nightmares. Dressed in the finest silks, adorned with jewels and pearls; merchants and sailors of the world loved and loathed her. By that peculiar celestial arrangement she was at the mercy of, she always felt the four times of the day; at any one time, morning, noon, evening and night lit her four faces. Though she felt it all, it was only from the White Palace that one could feel what she feels. Only from atop the mountain could one see what she sees.
She is Meggidoh, the mountain city. She is civilisation. Meggidoh – a torrential mountain of souls. Within and around her, the future is the prelude to the past. The traveller stepped forward. He raised his hood in the peaceful desert, venturing deeper through the savage wilderness and toward her.
In just one place, there are countless stories; stories of travellers and settlers, of poverty and wealth, of glamour and gold, of rebellion and oppression, of loyalty and betrayal, tales of freedom and slavery, of lovers and companions, of happiness and misery, of tragedy and comedy. In Meggidoh, all that is good, bad and evil must come to an end for something higher and beyond it all. In Meggidoh, the future is the prelude to the past.
Seeking her, travellers descend their own mountains – mindful of the fact that everything that they considered serious was, once upon a time, a game. As the traveller drew closer, the violent, hot winds of the desert finally began to subside. When the dust settled into a moment of pure serenity, the traveller stood atop a scorching sand dune, lowering the hood of his cloak to clearly behold where the journey had brought him.
From afar, she effortlessly held his gaze and shaped his thoughts. Time flowed seamlessly around her; to her left, a full moon and the diamonds of starlight lit the clear waters of the bay; by the right, a Sun pierced the sea of the skies and bore down upon the desert. Beyond her lay the passionate horizon of a fiery sunset – an inferno of red gold. Behind him, the Sun was rising and the day was just beginning. So it was that they were suspended in reality and immersed in illusion.
The White Palace rested atop the colossal mountain city. To people, the city embodied power and wealth on Earth; the heavens revolved around her and hell pervaded through her. Her slumber conjured lucid dreams and vivid nightmares. Dressed in the finest silks, adorned with jewels and pearls; merchants and sailors of the world loved and loathed her. By that peculiar celestial arrangement she was at the mercy of, she always felt the four times of the day; at any one time, morning, noon, evening and night lit her four faces. Though she felt it all, it was only from the White Palace that one could feel what she feels. Only from atop the mountain could one see what she sees.
She is Meggidoh, the mountain city. She is civilisation. Meggidoh – a torrential mountain of souls. Within and around her, the future is the prelude to the past. The traveller stepped forward. He raised his hood in the peaceful desert, venturing deeper through the savage wilderness and toward her.