This sculpt could have been lifted straight out of the OG Space Hulk manual art 😍
“Sometimes” on the music box and a wall of rain outside.
🎵 Come on, thunder! Come on, thunder! 🎵
Claude’s Corollary?
We appear to be entering an exact negative of the “given enough eyeballs, all bugs are shallow” era. Just needs a pithy name.
It’s not everyday that you can be the perpetrator, mocker and monkey puppet in your own story.
“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.