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.
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?
Why yes, I did just add a massively passive-agressive self-shaming /now page to my blog, thank you for asking.
Beefy boi.
Starting on the shadow-side arm fleshtones.
Aside: I will always attempt skin ‘from black’ in the future. If you build up in thin layers you get such a developing sense of translucency for free.
A further ‘drama’ pass on the hair.
Hairdressing intensifies
Look at this absolute shambles of a workspace. Very much reflecting the mind behind it.
A library composed of stolen copies of anything ever written by humans and an army of homunculi without language. Take any request, shred it, divide the shreds into little piles based on your personal aesthetics. Send the army sprinting on random paths through the library looking for other little piles that are most commonly associated with their own.
If you don’t like the reconstruction, repeat the request, with no guarantee of the same homunculi, or the same paths taken.
The thing currently being sold as artificial intelligence reads a lot like the Chinese Room problem, if written by Borges.
First beard(s) highlight pass sketched in.
Right. Let’s get started on that hair then. All of which is entirely composed of additional beards.
In contrast, the first ‘real’ (fake) highlight placement.
Interestingly, at this kind of size, at this distance from my painting lamp, the real light reflection reads much more scale-appropriate, so it looks like I’ve been highlighting here when I really haven’t.
Tiny eye dots, tiny teef dots, and a patchy first couple of base layers for the skin, over black. The fool’s not even using a zenithal.
Okay. Now hear me out. Have I abandoned yet another 80%* complete mini because every part of my flesh and skin and soul rebels at the thought of ever even looking at it again? Yes. Technically, yes.
But! I’ve now picked up a vastly larger, more fine-detailed display figure that will need exponentially more patience and skill and time to complete. I see this as a clear win.
*~40-80%