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His character’s backstory was three pages long. I read every word.

This wolf berserker was commissioned by an RPG player who clearly LOVES his character. War paint, wolf pelt, the bone necklace, the shield with the wolf head, every single element had a reason. None of it was random.

When someone shows up with a backstory that long, you don’t cut corners. You sit with it. You make sure the character looks the way they’ve been imagining for months. Maybe years.

This is one of the best parts of doing commissions. You don’t just paint a character. You honor someone’s creation.

Painted the literal mouth of hell for a fantasy author this week. Normal Tuesday.

She’s working on a dark fantasy novel and needed a key location: the place where her main villain holds court. Not a castle. Not a throne room. Something older. Something the LAND itself has opinions about.

So I gave her a colossal skull carved into a volcanic cliffside, lava bleeding from its jaw, the sky bruised orange and the rocks themselves looking like they’re trying to crawl away. The kind of place where you don’t need a sign that says “turn back.” The geography handles that for you.

I love it when authors trust me with the scary stuff. It’s some of my favorite work to do.

Sugar strikes again.

My cat Šećer (“Sugar” in Serbian) is the gift that keeps on giving when it comes to inspiration. Every time I look at her, my brain starts inventing new versions of what she could be in another world.

This time? Scales made of flower petals. A mane of blossoms. Forest spirit energy. She sat on my desk while I painted this one, completely unaware that she was the muse.

Honestly, having a cat is basically having a tiny art director who refuses to give feedback but still expects to be paid in treats.

An orc, a burning castle, and one very questionable life decision (mine, for spending six hours on those tusks).

This was a commission for an RPG player whose orc barbarian is exactly what you’d expect: huge, angry, and standing on the rubble of whatever he just smashed. The brief was “mid-rampage,” and I took that personally.

Glowing red eyes, spiked shoulder armor, a skull belt buckle, and tusks I will be seeing in my dreams for at least a week. Behind him? A castle on fire. Because of course it’s on fire. He’s the reason it’s on fire.

Some characters are subtle. This one is not. And honestly? That’s the appeal.

A digital illustration of a solitary medieval stone watchtower perched on a rocky cliff edge at night. The tower is tall and cylindrical, built from dark grey stone blocks, with a blazing fire beacon burning at its top. A narrow staircase leads up to its arched entrance. Below and beyond the cliff, a winding river snakes through a vast mountain valley dense with dark pine forests. In the background, a dramatic range of jagged mountains stretches across the horizon. A large, luminous full moon dominates the night sky to the right, casting a golden glow over the scene, while a scattering of stars is visible through thin clouds. Style: fantasy digital art, dark and epic nighttime landscape with a dramatic, adventurous atmosphere.

This one made me cry while painting it.

Someone reached out asking if I could turn a photo of their cat into something magical. Their cat had passed, and they wanted a piece that felt like she was still around, just somewhere else now. So I gave her wings. Not because cats need wings to be magical, but because this one became an angel.

I tried to keep her face, her colors, her exact look. The wings were the only thing I added. Because she earned them.

If you’ve ever lost a pet, you know. They never really leave. They just change form.

When a player sends you a character description and the very first line is “rune tattoos and a braided beard,” you already know it’s going to be a good one.

This Frost Viking was commissioned by an RPG player who wanted his barbarian to feel ancient. Like the kind of guy who doesn’t just survive winters. He’s the reason winters are scary.

I spent way too long on those rune tattoos and the engravings on the axe. Every line had to feel intentional. Every detail had to feel earned. Because that’s the difference between a generic barbarian and someone’s actual character.

Sometimes, a commission is just a guy with an axe. And sometimes it’s THIS guy with THIS axe.

A digital illustration of a breathtaking fantasy landscape featuring a colossal stone skull formation embedded into a jungle cliff face. The skull is ancient and eroded, overgrown with lush tropical trees, hanging vines, and dense green foliage sprouting from its top and eye sockets. A waterfall trickles down from the mouth area, flowing into a serene, crystal-clear turquoise lagoon below. A single small wooden rowboat with a lone figure paddles quietly across the still water, emphasizing the immense scale of the skull formation. Tall jungle cliffs flank both sides, and the sky above is bright and hazy. Style: fantasy digital art, lush and adventurous atmosphere with an eerie yet wondrous sense of discovery.

Best birthday gift idea? Get your DnD party to commission art of you as a mythical creature.

Her team came together and asked for something that captured her energy: calm, strong, a little bit untouchable. So, I painted her as a snow leopard with phoenix wings on a mountain peak. Ice and fire in the same body. The kind of creature you don’t mess with but also kind of want to befriend.

I love when DnD groups do this for each other. There’s something so special about being seen by the people you play with every week. They know you in a way that’s hard to explain.

Happy birthday to whoever you are. Your party loves you.

This storm pirate was commissioned by an RPG player whose character lives somewhere between the jungle and the sea. The brief was simple: “He controls lightning. Make it look like the storm chose HIM, not the other way around.”

So I gave him a lightning sword, dreadlocks caught mid-wind, and a sky that’s actively breaking open above him. The skull belt was his idea. I just made sure it looked properly menacing.

Painting weather is hard. Painting characters who feel like they ARE weather? That’s the fun part.

A digital illustration of a dark and moody fantasy harbor town at night. Wooden docks and weathered piers extend over still, reflective water, with old sailing ships moored along the waterfront. The town is lined with medieval half-timbered buildings, their warm glowing windows cutting through the dense fog. A red lantern hangs from a post near the dock, casting an eerie orange light on the surrounding mist. In the background, a tall gothic church spire rises above the rooftops. The entire scene is shrouded in thick green-tinted fog and storm clouds, creating a sinister and atmospheric feel. Style: fantasy digital art, dark and brooding gothic harbor with a mysterious, foreboding atmosphere.

This one is for a little girl who loves owls.

She has a puppy at home named Sovica, which means “little owl” in Serbian. (Yes, she named her dog after an owl. She’s already a person of taste.) Her family wanted a gift that captured her favorite thing in the world, painted in a way that felt like it came straight out of a storybook.

So I painted this autumn owlet — fluffy, curious, with little leaf-feather wings and the biggest eyes I’ve ever drawn. She looks like she’d bring you tea and ask about your day.

Some commissions are just pure joy to work on. This was one of them.

Some pieces aren’t commissions. They’re love letters.

I made this one for someone who’s incredibly important to me. I wanted to capture two things at once: the softness and grace that make her who she is, and the quiet strength underneath it. The kind of strength that doesn’t need to be loud.

So, I gave her dragons. Not the kind that breathe fire and burn cities. The kind that choose to stand beside you, gentle as lambs in your presence, terrifying to anyone who’d dare come close.

That’s what she is to me. Soft on the outside. Unbreakable underneath.

This one is going on a wall.

Painted as a gift for a friend who runs a dark fantasy themed café. They wanted something atmospheric to hang above the bar — a moody harbor scene that feels like the kind of place you’d stop for a drink before disappearing on a ship that never comes back.

Gothic spires in the fog. A red lantern glowing in the dark. Boats tied to a creaking dock. Lights flickering in windows where someone is definitely up to something they shouldn’t be.

Honestly? I want to drink coffee in this café just looking at this painting.

Baby shower gift, but make it a dragon.

A mom-to-be was about to welcome her son into the world, and instead of another onesie, someone wanted to give her something a little more meaningful. So, I painted this little guy, just hatched, fresh out of the shell, sitting on top of an ancient spellbook like he’s already plotting his first adventure.

The message was simple: this baby is going to be strong, unique, and absolutely his own kind of magical. The world isn’t ready.

Honestly, this might be one of the cutest commissions I’ve ever done. Look at his little face. He has plans.

Ned. One look and you already know everything about him. The guy who tanks every hit for the party and buys everyone drinks after. I spent way too long on that braided beard, and I regret nothing. Every scratch on the armor has a story. I made up at least five while painting them. The stat sheet tells you what they can do. The art tells you who they are.

Painted this one for a game in development.

The studio wanted a starting area for their new fantasy RPG — the kind of place a player would walk into during the first ten minutes and immediately want to take a screenshot. Bright, open, full of “what’s over there?” energy.

So I gave them a tiered canyon with waterfalls cascading through three levels of pools. Sun-warmed sandstone, layers of green hugging the cliffs, and just enough pathway hints to make you wonder what’s past the next bend.

Environment art for games is its own kind of puzzle. It can’t just look pretty. It has to make players curious. Has to make them MOVE.

This piece was born from a quiet summer moment with my cat Shecer, whose golden eyes always hold a soft, mysterious strength. Calm and endlessly patient, she often feels like a creature from another world. I transformed one of my favorite terrace photos of her (taken while we shared ice cream) into this gentle, magical portrait. You can commission a fantasy portrait of your pet here:

Her name comes from "strela" — arrow in Serbian. I almost gave up on this piece twice because the lighting kept fighting me. But arrows are useless if you never let go, a lesson I learned through my own struggles. So, I stopped overthinking and just painted. The golden light came together in the last session and changed everything.

Sometimes a brief is one sentence and that’s all you need.

An author reached out asking for a landscape for her upcoming book, the first one she’s self-publishing this year. The brief: “A place where the old gods went to sleep, and the world grew over them.”

So I painted this. A massive stone hand rising out of misty waters, ferns and moss claiming it back, waterfalls pouring through fingers that haven’t moved in centuries. The kind of place where you’d row up in a small boat and forget how to speak.

I love when writers come with poetic descriptions instead of bullet points. Gives me room to breathe.

This one was personal. It started with a person who needed a reminder that they're stronger than they think. So I gave them a dark unicorn. Cracked obsidian skin, red gemstones glowing from within, a twisted horn that says 'I've been through things and I'm still standing.' It was meant to be a mirror, not a monster.

This is my favorite thing about creating characters... The moment when they exist but don't have a story yet. I painted this kitsune by a moonlit lake with cherry blossoms falling around her. I know exactly how she looks. I have zero idea who she is. No name, no backstory.