Look at that cheeky grin.
There’s something weirdly satisfying about painting high-contrast skin, whether Ork, bug, or Scotsman.
Ooo, new lovely thing has arrived to distract me from all the other unfinished lovely things.
Blazing sunshine or lashing rain depending on what side of the house you’re looking out from.
Putting a raincoat on to fetch the bins, opening the door to see the bone-dry world staring at you like a madman. Gaslighting April Showers season.
Absurdly, I think I am now trying to turn this into a piece of fiction.
There should be a word for the particular high of finally being able to clear clutter (when that’s something you struggle with).
Looks a little bit more in keeping with the rest of the mini?
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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