in Tynan's Home Shadow of the Culture Ring
Unlike Gaul, this Trump Deck is only divided into two parts. The first part is what I like to call Word-Trumps...written descriptions of Trump Cards. I've been doing these for years, especially since until recently, you couldn't get me near any sort of graphics program to play with pictures.
The Second part, of course, are photo-trumps in the sense that you see throughout the online Amber world. As in the usual sense...the thumbnail will lead to a larger picture when you click on it.
Note that the Scalloped edges of the Photo-Trumps are one of Tynan's hallmarks.
The subject stands outside, beside a tall ash Tree. Calmly reposed, the red haired young woman, tall, has a air of cool repose about her. Beautiful porcelain skin, with a prominent tattoo partially visible on her left arm. A young woman unusually aware of where she is and who she is. You can see those soft brown eyes of her seeming to appraise you from the other side of the card as her hands rest on her hips.
You won't get the jump on her...but will you call her anyway? She just *might* consider what you have to say important. And then again, she might not.
It's clear from the outset both that the artist knows the subject and that the card is not intended for the view of many people outside the two of them. The lithe red-haired young woman sits somewhat relaxed on a small couch of some sort, in a sun-drenched room. Somewhat relaxed, her long legs are stretched out and casually crossed, as if she was only partially aware of the effect of them on the viewer.
Her head is cocked to the side, one hand's fingers casually intertwined with the laces of her oatmeal colored top, already partially undone enough to give the hint of the porcelain perfection of what lies underneath.
The other hand's fingertips casually reach out toward her sword, brightly polished. The expression on her countenance is akin to "Well, are you going to come here, or aren't you? I haven't all day!"
The subject of the Trump is seemingly, the artist of this one as well, or an artist in his own right. He stands, his back partially to you, at a canvas of some sort. It appears that you have caught him, ironically enough, set to start a picture. A pencil dangles from his right hand. He is turning counterclockwise to meet your gaze.
You can only see half of his face right now, but one single bright green eye looks straight at you and his mouth is turned upward in a quizzical expression. Some short facial hair outlines the edge of his face, as black as the slightly shoulder length hair on his head. It nicely matches his dark shirt and pants as well.
In the foreground, almost incongrous in the otherwise medieval looking studio, is what appears to be a palmpilot or something of the sort.
At home with paintbrush AND a computer? What sort of fellow is he? And wouldn't you want to get to know him better to find out?
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The Issaries Tarn and Rightal Peak in Tynan's Home Shadow of the Culture Ring |
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