It’s not everyday that you can be the perpetrator, mocker and monkey puppet in your own story.
Starts to read a little better with a strong highlight placed and a little bit of secondary colour replacing the surrounding primer.
It has been weeks since I did any actual painting. I’m really not sure this effect on the pointy bit’s working, or even in keeping with the rest of the model, but it is ultimately more acrylic-on-plastic so I’m calling it a win!
Starting to sketch out what a full-sleeve tattoo might look like for a fantasy dorf. Ever get the feeling you’ve bitten off absurdly more than you can chew?
“The excitement of a half-century year-old man with his new dehumidifier”, he definitely said sarcastically (side-eye monkey dot gif).
Black-removal continues.
Working out where I’ll want the most saturated reds to go.
Deep, seasonal sleep drifting between the jumbled wrecks of nightmares at the bottom.
Chasing ‘green’.
Making a brief (?) step away from dwarf pal to give @Berit ‘s Zorn challenge a try. A greenskin with metal bits makes perfect sense for a palette without explicit green or metallics, right?
Am I broken?
Just noticed that the knuckles on both of my hands are grazed and I’ve no memory of banging them against anything.
That’s totally normal, right?
Obligatory wig-mount shot.
At some point I really need to work out what I’m doing for hands. Those in the set both have weapons, but I’d rather he was just clenching his fists while screaming into the unseen, like the rest of us. I’ll have to see what options I have that are 3D-printable.
Removing the last of the bare primer layer as I try to avoid thinking about axe and tattoo progression.
Apparently Spike from Gremlins wasn’t called Spike.
This has been a confusing way to end the day.
… with a surprising level of birdsong still audible from my hedges.
‘Is that a truck idling outside?’ levels of rainfall.
A strange-feeling day. Like it wants to change around you somehow but you’ve no fear of it doing so.
I’ve starting sneezing. This is it, my body is breaking down, no longer capable of life under Earth’s menacing local star.
This is the first sunny day of the year so far and my body is rejecting the light as inappropriate.
Seasonal jetlag.
A little bit more axe wrangling, trying to get the big blocks in place on the upper and lower blades. Definitely needs a good old scuffing and weathering pass.
Immediately sidetracked by non-metallic metal. The eventual headstone of every mini-painter.
Finally starting into a slow expansion of the tattoo. This is going to take a billion years.