Hareff

October 2003

I recall really liking this one when I made it. Lavished attention on all the minute bits of light and shadow for this very reason. The concept I had for this fellow revolved around a bunch of armour plates being implanted inside of the body of a humanoid being, with the flesh all distended and stretched out to accommodate them, with huge, ropey fibers and veins and arteries and such pushed right up against the surface of the skin from the inside, like the bony hands of a ninety year old woman I’d recently sat beside on a skytrain.