DUNE II

Dune | Conceptual rendering project

After following Denis Vilineuve’s “Dune” films, reading Frank Herbert’s Trilogy and The Graphic Novels - I was inspired to create a fictitious cabin for Duncan Idaho on Arrakis. To assist with the feeling, I have written a narrative to accompany the images.

Sketchup, Vray

The night air had a thick milkiness to it.

A Bene Gesserit never struggled to sleep

but sometimes

they needed rest through movement

so Margot would walk.

She was about 600 metres away

when she first saw her hideaway.

Almost rupturing out of the black sand

barely visible if not for the smog beyond

that silhouetted her destination.

Her last few steps echoed over the stony black sand

as she reached the entrance of the metal abode.

The air was still, with only the distant groans of the smelters.

This time of morning was her favourite.

She was glad she decided to walk.

A crack. Then a rumbling sound from within.

She had awakened the dormant, carbon-covered lump.

Observing the complex simplicity

of one of its ribbed-steel panels slide open, fold and extend

into a ramp to welcome her —

revealing its white glowing insides.

She followed the light, ascending one metallic step at a time.

“Welcome back Lady Fenring”

Once Margot was inside,

she inhaled the clean, filtered air.

She pulled her cloak down from her head

and did a quick pan of her past.

Her desk and library of bookshelves were untouched.

The way it should be.

The shelves, voids within the metal forms

illuminated her impressive collection of historical journals.

The smallest of smiles.

Right beside her library, sat the enormous mud bath.

Almost volcanic and erupting out of the floor.

Full to the brim.

The pitch-black substance,

crude and reflective.

Although Margot never considered

the so-called healing properties of the baths,

she did embrace

the mental stillness whilst submerged.

As the mind of a Bene Gesserit was loud

the baptisms were quiet.

As she slowly made her way

to the end of her hideaway

to begin her day’s thought-mapping

she spoke slow instructions to the abyss.

And as if two giant metal clasped hands

opened their fingers from above

and beside her,

she watched the outside light

from the black and white pour in.