Akim Berberovic
Akim Berberovic
Germany
I can’t stop drawing, not even in my dreams.
Akim Berberovic
A quick 5-10 minute sketch. It helps me study the proportions and make quick disingenuous for the shadows
Write reply...
Drop images here to attach them to the message
Akim Berberovic
Another portrait done with Lanes pastel pro pack
Write reply...
Drop images here to attach them to the message
Akim Berberovic
just recently I’ve got the pastel pro pack from Lane. And I love it
Write reply...
Drop images here to attach them to the message
Akim Berberovic
My entry for the #prokochallenge . I’m a big fan of Peter Han and I could not miss this opportunity. IG @this.waste.of.life From the Journal of the Wandering Lemur Day 173 It was still dark when I awoke, and, looking up, i could still see the stars. I wanted to sleep longer, but the wind started picking up, and, i felt that i need to continue my journey to the North. After a half day walk i came across a small lake where i refreshed myself and decided to take a break. Shortly after i noticed something shimmering in the tall grass. I tried to find out what it was but every time i came closer it seemed like it was running away from me. That ignited my curiosity and without noticing i started following it into the woods. A discomfort was felt in the air and the sun was already setting down. I knew i had to admit my defeat before the night sets, but when i thought of giving up i finally got a clear view on that mysterious shimmering light. Sitting on the top of a tall rock formation, there was a scarabai reflecting the evening lights. Without hesitation, quickly, i climbed the rock to catch this rare find, just to get myself surprised again. I didn’t catch this bloody bug because it seemed it was just leading me the whole time, knowing something i didn’t know. I couldn’t trust my eyes. Below me, on the other side of the rock, lied, what for me seemed, a dead body of a human dressed as a soldier. From the journals i read before i could identify that it was a skeleton of a Roman solider, which made even less sense for me. I never heard of romans traveling this far from the Mediterranean Sea, not to mention soldiers. In his hand was a golden scarabai what seemed to be the last thing this poor soul ever saw. Maybe it’s a good omen this golden bug with me on the journey. Till i decide I’ll spend my night next to the silent soldier.
Write reply...
Drop images here to attach them to the message
Help!
Browse the FAQs or our more detailed Documentation. If you still need help or to contact us for any reason, drop us a line and we’ll get back to you as soon as possible!
Your name
Email
Message