2086: Character – Digital Illustrations Artworks

Animation, Branding, Exhibited, Illustration by Keo

In February I got to work on these digital illustrations for a much larger project called 2086. These heads are just the beginnings but I’ve been working steadily in the background for quite a while now so I’m very happy to be starting to show these to everyone. The hope is to show these and other illustrations and artworks in a series of shows and in street art over the coming years.

AFRICA

Africa
They were all told it would happen, all the signs had been there. No one was spared from the events to comes but not all would receive equal “punishment”.
There was one figure who had predicted every event in lead up right down to the minute. Her name had been long forgot and her language was a relic of the past.
Those that now knew her simply referred to her as Africa. She could not speak and to scrawl her name was fruitless as no one could read her mysterious calligraphy.
She is a survivor.

Average JOE

It’s hard to know where it all started when you don’t remember your own name. When a flash, a bang and an unbelievably intense headache are your first memory it’s hard to believe that’s the beginning, particularly since you appear to be a full formed adult.
Where do you start when who, what, where, when, how and why all seem to be beyond reach. Like sand through the hourglass or possibly more like concrete out of the mix everything feels solid but also extremely grey.

BAGHEAD

The consumer consumed.
Malls, shopping strips, arcades, Xmas sales are all a distant memory. No new products exist in the aftertimes. The signs have all been flipped. The doors locked. The alarms set. And if that wasn’t enough the buildings have been razed to the ground.
Shielding their eyes from a sun unshackled and storms of dust unrelenting, bagheads can be commonly seen trudging and struggling amongst the debris of a fallen world to recent to forget and to wretched to remember.
Like blind mice they move cautiously but with haste as danger lurks around every bend of the path and beyond every crack of the side walk.

BANDITTO

When there is no law, the lawless are king!

BOT DOT ALPHA

OpenScript.botdotalpha
/found.exe
/foundIntelligence.dat
/processScan.exe
.endScript
openBio.botdoalpha
/botdotalpha is final specimen of hybrid genetic-robotic synthesis.
/botdotalpha is programmed to protect.
/botdotalpha will not stop in its primary function.

BYNX

Tortured and torn between 2 worlds this stranger looks sweet at a glance but if you were to hold her gaze your nightmares would become your reality and your reality a living hell. The few who have managed to cross her path and survive never are the same again for she takes all she can. Your mind will crinkle and rip, your flesh will twist and tear, your very essence will be tormented and broken forever. Pray you never cross her and if you even hear a whisper, see a soft silhouette or feel a stillness the shakes you to your very core, then flee. For noone can hide from her, all they can try to do is run and pray they do not take her liking.

Consumer X

Hypnotise, attack, consume, absorb, grow and repeat. Like a black hole this horrendous creature forever hungry. No man, woman, child or creature is off limits. It’ll rip them apart and absorb them into itself in a violent and unrelenting hurricane of gluttony.
Those that have managed to fight off its hypnotic ways do so only through great power of will and uncompromising certainties. If doubt was to creep in your fate would surely be sealed. 
It’s natural prey can be seen meander the debris in the aftertimes. Their only last defence being the bags they’ve shoved over their mutated craniums so that their eyes may not be once again wrapped up in the hypnotic lies and brainwashing that saw them fall from their previous fragile and fraudulent throwns.

CORDYCEP

*gag spit cough wheez*
A strange silhouette emerges from the wood. It appears human but there’s something… wrong?
As it slouches along slowly but purposefully moving through the dense reclaimed forest floor it seems on the precipice between a sad pained existence and an escape only found when the final choking breath is silent.
If this once was a man, then all must take serious heed of his condition for as not to fall to the same fate.
Stumbling and full of resentment and fear comes The Cordycep!

DAKOTA

“CHARGE!!!”
She screams. It tears through the drains and bounces back and forth across the tight space like a pinball ricocheting off a paddle. Her lungs burn and her throat tears with all her might. Leading the way she bounds forward into the dark where only the glint of rusted steel and alight alcohol soaked rags nest enthusiastically in awaiting projectiles. She trusts her tribe is with her but she can’t be sure. She is alone at the front in that moment. Some would call it courage, others psychosis, at this point it doesn’t really matter, all that does matter is breaking the line.
“DAKOTA!!!” Comes a thundering shout from behind. Not to worry they are with her. They call out her name with pride and certainty. This may be their fight but this will be her victory and they best not let her down.

GRIM

Grim wasn’t a bad guy. He just had a job to do. “One step at a time”, he thoughtfully said to himself as he walked the pavement, “this path is going somewhere… I’m sure of it.” He knew it had to be somewhere good, or at least nowhere worse than where he’d been. That’s the thing about being born dead, there really is nowhere to go but up.

IRON HENRY

Remember those stories you were told as a kid? You know the ones. There was the one with the pigs. The one with the blonde girl and the oats. Even that one with the granny-eating wolf, that one was one of my faves.
Now do you remember the one with the frog? You know the one. He once was a prince then was turned into a toad. 
Well some stories come true.

KWEILO

He rolls through the world with a mind constantly at war with itself. The only difference between him and his other manic peers is that it’s all on display. Every guilty thought, every criticism, every financial worry, even the nagging little wants and desires that he is oh so ashamed of, there they are, nested on his crown.
Slowly and surely weighing him down till he can’t handle them any longer. Like a bomb counting down all you can do is either run or let the inevitable explosion hit you and hope you survive relatively unscathed.

PALE PUGILIST

When prey becomes the predator.
Boils and sores may now cover his pale sickly complexion but don’t be deceived, he may look sick and like a pushover but this boy has bite. He’s a fighter and he will do what he needs to survive.

PANZEE

When the dust had settled and some of the survivors finally started to build up the courage to venture back to the surface from their hideouts it appeared the world had not only changed but so had its inhabitants. 
Evolution or regression? No one was quite sure. What they were sure of was that world as they knew it was gone and a new hierarchy would take its place. A race for power was inevitable.

TROLL

Stone faced, unfeeling and with rocks for brains. Broken and harsh cracks creep across his gargoylian face. The valleys show a whisper of light where an inner firey technology burns.
To call him hard headed would be the understatement of the millennia. At one time he may have been human but now he has become something ghastly, unapproachable and horrid. 
He has become his namesake.
Africa with Motion Portrait app