Random crap with Uno.

[Unorthodox]

Dirty, bruised, sore, cut, bleeding. 

Good to be doing some real work again. 

[Unorthodox]

Yeah, I know the fingers need to get thicker,  wires only hold so much weight.   

[Buster's Uncle]

That's coming along.

[Unorthodox]

Catacombs of the Dead on Palermo, Sicily

[Unorthodox]

Sculpt is 95% complete.  Got one last minute structural addition to hide.

[Buster's Uncle]

Neat.

[Geo]

Looks like something that could wander on Kzinhome.

[Buster's Uncle]

I'm sure it would zero in on prey and never wander.

[Unorthodox]

Looks like something that could wander on Kzinhome.

Had to google that one. 

Kzinti brought me this:



Which now I see that, were CLEARLY the inspiration for the CHARR of GW2:



Which were among my first inspirations for...lets see...5 sculptures of this type ago (and 4 years).  The Charr would create these:



So I sculpted one and won the GW art contest that year:




So, they have a shared history in a lot of ways, I just didn't know it. 

[Unorthodox]

Lord I've gotten a lot better with the medium since then...

[Unorthodox]

Gradually there came a sort of vague beginning of consciousness, then a sense of weariness that was dreadful. For a time I remembered nothing, but slowly my senses returned. My feet seemed positively racked with pain, yet I could not move them. They seemed to be numbed. There was an icy feeling at the back of my neck and all down my spine, and my ears, like my feet, were dead yet in torment; but there was in my breast a sense of warmth which was by comparison delicious.It was as a nightmare--a physical nightmare, if one may use such an expression; for some heavy weight on my chest made it difficult for me to breathe.

This period of semilethargy seemed to remain a long time, and as it faded away I must have slept or swooned. Then came a sort of loathing, like the first stage of seasickness, and a wild desire to be free of something--I knew not what.A vast stillness enveloped me, as though all the world were asleep or dead--only broken by the low panting as of some animal close to me. I felt a warm rasping at my throat, then came a consciousness of the awful truth which chilled me to the heart and sent the blood surging up through my brain. Some great animal was lying on me and now licking my throat. I feared to stir, for some instinct of prudence bade me lie still; but the brute seemed to realize that there was now some change in me, for it raised its head. Through my eyelashes I saw above me the two great flaming eyes. Its sharp white teeth gleamed in the gaping red mouth, and I could feel its hot breath fierce and acrid upon me.

-Bram Stoker Dracula's Guest   Barghest encounter. 

I've had that pinned where I read it every time I go to sculpt. 

[Unorthodox]

MID JUNE weather forcasted for this weekend.  Awesome!  Should hit my goal for Walpurgisnacht!!!  Bought paint and tie downs from the local hardware store last night (and the owners want to ask me about arrangements for sponsorship, have a meeting next week.  A hardware AND a craft store sponsor, both in walking distance?  I'd be in heaven.)


Most the money from Trevor is being put into the garden.  Among it, we bought a small rototiller.  It's a strange design, and ugly as hell.  (the local shop doesn't sell big equipment like this, just rent)  No wonder it was on clearance half price as Lowes was moving on to brands people might actually recognize.  Going to try to go talk to a metal fabrication place about building a custom plow for the thing so I don't have to furrow by hand. 

[Unorthodox]

The Barghest says hello to the neighbors across the way...

Tie downs glued on and drying in prep for painting tomorrow. 

[Unorthodox]

   and my magpie pair in the background of that last pic coming to check it out. 

[Unorthodox]

Not having a good day.

First coat on the Barghest.