Mountains are not my favourite thing.
They are tall, and proud, and pretentious.
If mountains could drive, they would drive a SUV.

However, there is a lot to learn by painting snow.
The shifts in hue and saturation are subtle, and require a lot of observation. There are strong blues on the surfaces untouched by direct light, and warms, and highlights.
And I love the randomness of snow scattered on rocks and cliffs.

Anyway, this comes from one of the lunch break sketches I did a while ago.
With all the freelance work I’m doing at home after my day at Jagex, I have to confess that lately I don’t have much brain energy left. This means I can’t focus on studies and proper practice as I normally would, and developing an old sketch like this can be a way to relax while still being productive.
It also means I struggle to find creative names for my files, apparently.

As usual (yes, doing something twice makes it a habit), I’m also posting the process.

by Paolo Puggioni

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