🎉 The annual rediscovery of my dedicated Christmas Stuff scissors. Instantly forgotten by New Year. “I keep what?”
It’s December 5th and I hear neighbours out with their lawnmower.
Weird modern pseudo-senses; the unheard surrounding environment just got louder as your noise-cancelling headphones automatically adjust their volume.
Trying to mimic some of the light placement on the bracer referencing Sergio’s timelapse video. Still using quite a large brush at this point due to the Unaccustomed Vastness of space.
Even just roughly blocking in the base colours is going to take the rest of my natural life…
‘All dolled up in gabardine / the lash-flashing Leda of pier 19 / queen of the water and queen of the old main drag’, is really quite a lyric.
There’s something profane in tarnishing a pristine blank canvas.
Absolutely ludicrous difference in scale between the two ‘minis’ currently in the WIP pile.
Two fists deep into the first Celebrations tub of the season.
Chonky fren.
Ooo, a box of Sergio Calvo Kickstarter miniatures just arrived. New squirrels to chase.
Sneakers may be a perfect film.
…and of course near immediately afterwards the arrival of darkness, rain, sleet then snow.
One of those days that feels like it should be snowing or sleeting or covered in ice, but it’s too bright and cloudless and dry. No weather applies correctly here, apologies for the inconvenience.
And lo, the world’s slowest painter of yellows picks up again his burden.
Wait… why exactly are we all using acrylics? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3XRwj5l3Eo
As news alerts go, I do appreciate the dedication to accuracy here.
Just remembered a Totally Normal Dream that ‘my primary foot’ starting budding off additional toes, stalks of wheat, various dried grasses and eventually metal blades.
Can’t even blame it on the clock change.
Still can’t speak French, but I’m failing to do so very consistently.
Le singe is very much indeed dans l’arbre.
A loud and howly day. The trees are outraged.