Finally thoroughly cleaning and reorganising my hobby desk. It’s unclear to me how I’ve come to own quite so many paintbrushes. At least 1.5 per month back in the hobby. Do they slowly accrete from airbrush overspray?
The notion that the age of Kings was over was a little bit silly in hindsight.
Didn’t progress past round one in the NYC Midnight short story competition, but the judges’ feedback is so good that I’m considering redrafting it and actually submitting somewhere. It’s been a long while since I had enough enthusiasm for a story to try a second take.
Starting to add some secondary colours now that Tyrion-paralysis has ended.
I always intended to go back to this one and do a finishing pass or two before submitting to the competition on MMF, but the thought of doing so put me off any hobbying at all for several days 😅. So I’m calling this guy done. This will be the hero shot. Also the first mini photo I’ve ever removed the ‘WIP’ tag from.
I need to find a way to use these colours in something.
Sketching in the light placement for Fancy Lad’s eventual Fancy Backside. Very rough sketch. (Please only squint while viewing 😅)
Head, shoulder, knee and toes (knee and toes). It may be a royal pain trying to colour-match freehand mistakes on a stippled shoulder gradient, but here we are. It’s all just a mix of the same two paints. How bad could it get 😬
And he’ll need those mittens, it’s cold in space.
Fancy Trousers time.
I appear to be locked into an Accidental Grimdark with this one.
The light this year seems odd. We haven’t even hit DST yet but it feels like I’m up too late or awake too early even in the middle of the day. A friend says they keep internally confusing it for September.
Random midweek experiments: I wondered if I’d be able to get a smooth blend from quite dark to quite bright going brown-to-ivories, without resorting to an airbrush. I think the answer is definitely ’no’, at least with this approach. It gives its own effect though, the scratchiness of it could probably be read as weathering? I’ll have to give stippling a try.
Slowly stumbling towards something, I think. If you squint a bit.
Eurostar disrupted by remnants of the last world war. The writing for this season is sledgehammer subtle.
The return of heavy, seasonal dreams and waking up exhausted from them. There should be a word for how fully mentally-engaged you feel inside that fever intensity.
Let’s just take this panel by panel I suppose. Mess about with the Big Guy until something starts to look vaguely appropriate, then try to mimic it on his little friend.
NMM gold experimentation as the next random diversion I think. Definitely going to be handy to have a Truly Enormous version without any fussy small details to work things out on.
/looks at the Drogon slices… /mutters something about a bigger boat…