A bit of tidying today, smoothing some of the worst colour blends. I’ve added a bit of yellow at hard transition lines in an attempt to suggest that the Actual Human Sun might be directly glinting on those edges, discrete from bright sky and ground reflections.
It’s weirdly satisfying to see that the Wikipedia entry for Twin Peaks has five entries for genre, with six footnotes.
Boop the paint at random, make a horrified face, glaze it away until the tears stop.
Pro strats, hobby pals, as we attempt something less cartoony on the rear face of the axe.
It got away from me a bit there.
Lawnmower man -> every phone ring in unisonSpring man -> every lawnmower in unison
(Therefore, Socrates is mortal).
Random screenshot discovered in my camera roll from 2018.
Spoiler alert: he definitely did.
Finding myself with some purples and reds still on the palette and the long-abandoned Spooky Lady within arm’s reach, I’m randomly trying to improve this older coloured NMM attempt by boosting contrast.
I’ve just seen a bin lorry that’s actually a lorry carrying bins. I’m not sure I have the ontology for this.
Clearly there are different strata of worms, though they flow through and around each other erratically.
“I don’t think we have cans anymore, it’s just a sea of worms”, from the set of things I have typed stoically into work chats.
“Neil, you are dark on the rock, mission is a go” - reminded by Artemis II of the moon heist film that we never actually got that was weirdly just a five minute sequence in an unrelated Michael Bay film.
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What’s particularly irritating about this photo is that I can now clearly see, after having painted it, exactly where I haven’t properly cleaned the sprue connection point on Pipe Bug’s Big Hand.
Just two pals, pallin’ around.
Hey, look at me, un-abandoning a thing! I really like the dark desaturated purple and red I ended up with as a base on the big bug, so I’m glazing the same mix over the clashing too-vibrant versions here (while I remember what they are).
Imperceptible little increments.
Wonder Man is pretty great. I wish more of the Marvel stuff was that low-key.
Little boops of highlight on his mittens and spiky hat.
Can’t completely stay away from those reds I don’t see properly.
All that glorious skin, you tell yourself, all that expanse of carapace. But you forget the vents, dear reader, you forget that 70% of the surface area is tiny vents.