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I'm fem-version of Ozzy Osbourne.

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Pëtr

So Peter travels alone in the wide world, protecting people from the strength of a cruel enemy. On his gigantic chest he wears a cross. And under a chain mail shirt he keeps a scarf embroidered by his mother. And it seems that the titan is sad which is why his head is heavy and his figure is downcast. But in the open field Petr Rataj stands up to his full height, clearly looks with his green eyes to the horizon, and longing leaves his body at the sight of the endless forest and the high sky.

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Randy Rhoads as Mozart

At the age of eighteen I read everything related to Mozart. There was no limit to my trepidation when I found his festive poems intended exclusively for relatives, stacks of letters (the most diverse: sad, funny, heartbreaking, weak, victorious). I felt the affinity of his jokes, words and thoughts with my own. At twenty-four, that thrill began to apply to Randy as well. And being an admirer of both these musicians I never cease to be amazed at their similarities: they are both small in stature - light and energetic, like a whirlwind keeping pace wherever you can get on the heels of ballroom shoes; their noses are large, but commensurate with everything else in appearance - large eyes and lips (both a lively mind and a certain character made this very appearance pretty for others); both were too honest and too open to the world, naive and gentle like children. And despite the early demis the hard work and fruitfulness of each left an immeasurably bright legacy. Therefore, I simply could not help but alter the famous portrait of Wolfgang Amadeus in red under Rhoads, trying to keep the turn of the head and copy the line of the sleeve and collar almost exactly. I know that Randy usually didn't show his ears, preferring to hide them under his hair, but given the fact about Mozart's unusual earlobes, I decided to tuck the strands into the ponytail and expose the ears. And, although the artists do not praise themselves, I feel that this particular work is my little triumph. My masterpiece.

Once again: 1756 - Mozart 1956 - Rhoads

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Before becoming a bard Randy became a guardsman of the Royal Guard at the age of fifteen. This was the request of the late mother who dreamed that her son would have a place in life and not die of hunger. He complied with her request but he never felt on the right side. Day after day Randy stood under the scorching sun among the stone walls of the castle with the heavy banner of the king on his shoulder. He was dressed in heraldic colors and a long velvet chaperon. But he was not looking at his colonel but somewhere beyond the horizon, into the sky, the edge of which was visible from behind the towers, where free birds were flying. He kept trying to imagine what they saw, migrating from forest to forest, from lake to lake, from river to river.  Spending hours of observation his fragile but strong and flexible figure gradually lost the necessary stance. Therefore he was often punished for absent-mindedness, born of inexperience and a gentle nature. He was not suitable for military affairs. Therefore, at every night, the young man whispers to God, praying that he will send him the path. This path does not have to be simple or fun, satisfying or safe, but it must reveal it in business and make it useful to the world. And one day, having met a cheerful curly-haired minstrel named Kevin DuBrow on the highway looking for company on a long journey, Randy from that day never returned to the blue standard and his chaperon. Was God leading him to a knight in purple armor? Did God glorify his ballads? Randy didn't know. He was simply responding to a call that no one else had heard. Ps. The art is a backstory to a line of drawings of the wandering bard Randy and John, the exiled knight.

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Peter has a Russian spirit. This spirit outweighs all his other roots: Icelandic, Irish, Scottish. This spirit is very old, but at the same time infinitely mundane and free. And no matter how hard Peter tries to divert attention from himself with a series of jokes and self-irony: I know that his head is always occupied with a deep and complex search for a path and eternal rest. Peter can be represented in any era and images. But this work of the spirit most fully coexisted in the body of the archer whose hands were hardened from the scythe and battles, and yet remained just as sensitive to carving toys from soft wood or touching thin strings.

And so Petr Rataj appeared.

Petr is calm, powerful and taller than anyone else in the Streltsy regiment. And if he wants to rest he goes to the field to take care of the ground.

*** Works on the field Petr, Waving a maple scythe And Rataj has black hair swaying What does crumble with black silk Rataj has the clear eyes of a falcon And his eyebrows are black sable. And boots green morocco The caftan is green velvet. Silent and thoughtful bogatyr It's not fun for him to revel and walk around the world, He wants to return to his family And weave a green ribbon into the white-apple tree where his house once stood.

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AU where Randy is a talented and gentle bard who after a chance meeting travels with a surly wandering man in purple armor. 

Ozzy was kicked out of the Order of the Knights. All he wants is revenge and power. But with Randy his sharp words and dark jokes slowly begin to soften.

Maybe he still needs a friend?

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Me and my fiancé as fem!Hank Anderson and his android detective. 

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Sad Ozzy

I drew Ozzy, different from the general opinion. Yes, he is a funny person, he jokes and laughs a lot, but Ozzy has gone through so many traumatic and painful events in his life. I wanted to display in this art all his pain after Randy's death and all his loneliness. He is sad, closed and pays no attention to anything from his throne. 

His purple glasses are broken. 

His heart too.

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Randy Rhoads

Ozzy Osbourne once said that Randy Rhoads was an angel for him. And he was right: for me he will forever be a bright angel too. I love him and admire his music, his sincerity in every movement, the fiery fire on the stage, his clear mind and honest heart. I know for sure - the world needs Randy Rhoads. But he still does a lot for those who remember him.

If you want to buy this art for production or get it in the best resolution without a watermark, then go to my patreon! I also take orders for the creation of portraits, characters and illustrations.

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We had the most evil costumes for this Halloween.

costume designer: me Euronymous: me Dead: falcon_father262

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"Hey, Bacchus... She hates me" Ps. If you like my art, please support me on patreon. https://www.patreon.com/thegrayhairedman

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I died for Beauty - but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room. He questioned softly "Why I failed"? "For Beauty", I replied - "And I - for Truth - Themself are One - We Bretheren, are", He said. And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night - We talked between the Rooms - Until the Moss had reached our lips - And covered up our names. *** Pelle walks through the eternal forest after death. He is happy, disembodied and free. Ps. If you like my art, please support me on patreon. My page there is just filling up now, but I will publish all additional materials there, keeping the page equally open to everyone. Any of your donations will be valuable to me. https://www.patreon.com/thegrayhairedman

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In this drawing I depicted Pelle as a teenager. End of summer, august. He lies in his bedroom, peering lonely at the ceiling and thinking about his future. Even depressed people sometimes daydream about all sorts of great things they could do to become significant. Per does not yet know that he will be remembered. Doesn't know about Mayhem. He's just a high school student who has his own fears, hopes, plans for next Sunday and favorite t-shirts in his closet. Well, Per Yngve Ohlin, happy birthday. Forgive me for being a few days late. I love you. And sleep tight. Ps. If you like my art, please support me on patreon. My page there is just filling up now, but I will publish all additional materials there, keeping the page equally open to everyone. Any of your donations will be valuable to me: https://www.patreon.com/thegrayhairedman

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'Death is just the turning of a key in a lock?