Imperceptible little increments.
Little boops of highlight on his mittens and spiky hat.
Can’t completely stay away from those reds I don’t see properly.
All that glorious skin, you tell yourself, all that expanse of carapace. But you forget the vents, dear reader, you forget that 70% of the surface area is tiny vents.
This sculpt could have been lifted straight out of the OG Space Hulk manual art 😍
Black-removal continues.
Working out where I’ll want the most saturated reds to go.
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?
Obligatory wig-mount shot.
Removing the last of the bare primer layer as I try to avoid thinking about axe and tattoo progression.
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?
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.