Everyone slides through Sigil sooner or later. But plenty of cutters call the Cage home, and it's their shops, trades, and peels that keep the jink flowing - and the bone-boxes flapping. A body's got to know who sells bogus goods, and who'll scrag him (or worse) just for the fun of it. 'Course, the trick is telling friend from foe. In Sigil, a fiery fiend ain't always a serpent, and a shining celestial ain't always a lamb.

2.27.2009

Eldar - Part 6


So despite being a hell of a lot busier due to Project Bloom, I've not only managed to get some painting done, but have (in my opinion) greatly improved my process for painting my Eldar (I really need to think up a name for their Craftworld).

One of the first decisions I made was to cut back on using strong colours as base colours. For example, black now isn't pure chaos black, but 50/50 chaos black and codex grey. The step after is then to wash the above in Badab Black and then highlight with 75/25 Codex Grey and Black. It takes a little more time, but is more pleasing to me.

The other decision was to stop thinking that the new washes are necessarily the be all and end all. Rather, I've gone back to finding more natural wash colours for each base colour. For example, the purple cloth above (painted originally in 50/50 Hormagaunt Purple and Skull White) was washed in a 33/33/33 mix of Hormagaunt Purple, PVA glue and water (the glue was a trick I learned from a GW staff member whose work I've always appreciated).

The same approach was taken with the grey armour, which was then soft brushed using the technique that Gobsmasha taught me.

I'm really pleased with this Banshee and it's really inspired me to start trying to paint properley.


It's the last point above that led me to make 2 further decisions with regards to the hobby:
The first was to place less stress on myself with regards to having to get an army painted. That pressure I've often put on myself has taken some of the joy out of the past. I still want to play, of course, so the approach I'll be taking is construct the armies I have in mind and just take my time painting what I want and doing it well. I'm much more comfortable assembling prior to painting than I used to be when I first started the hobby - now I get the best of both worlds.

The second decision was to write everything I do down. Once I've found a scheme/approach that I'm happy with, I'm noting it all down, from colours for base/shades/highlights through to the method of execution and basing. I have a horrible memory and since I may not come back to a particular army for a while, it's important to do what I can to keep things consistent. I've done this with my Eldar and Dark Elf army and will be doing the same with any other army I have an interest in painting/playing (which is nearly all of them!)


Finally, Project Bloom has forced me to re-evaluate my work place - as peaceful areas around my small as it is house are decreasing at an alarming rate. So the above shows how I've re-arranged things. A while ago, I purchased one of the GW hobby stations which I thought might have been a little extravagant at the time, but it has come in very handy.

Going from left to right, on the bottom tier first, you'll see a larg magnifying glass that I picked up in Japan on my last trip over - I use this for all my fine detail work. Combined with this you'll see a recent purchase - a twin flexible LED light globe (originally for illuminating music) that I only just recently picked up at Borders for about $25.00. That, combined with the larger flexible lamp to the right have been a real life saver - now I have reliable light at all time - right where I need it.

Further to the right, you'll note a large ceramic tile I use for mixing paint and general work duties. Looking closely, you'll see a large gob of blu-tack which I use to hold open my paints at an angle so there's no dripping into the rim of the paint tins.

I keep whichever model I'm painting at the moment blu-tacked to an empty mixing pot as it gives my chubby fingers something further to hold onto. On the far right, you'll see my paint container which I've sorted from top to bottom in the following order: foundation paints, inks/washes/warm colours/cold colours and finally metallics, black, white and varnish. It's good to have these things sorted.

On the top tier you'll note the various tools of the trade as well as other works in progress.

*phew* Hopefully there'll be more updates in the days to come. I feel like painting an Iron Hand.

2.19.2009

OMG! I gave birth to the Slann!?!?


Heh. Warhammer players will get it. Here's a much kinder photo of little Bloomy:




2.09.2009

Hell


There's nothing like being responsible for the creation of a life and the thought of imminent death to clarify just what is important to you.

This week, I experienced both.

On the positive, the birth of my lovely daughter. I don't have the words at the moment to express the intricacies of what we are both going through at the moment, but they'll come.

On the negative, my home state of Victoria is currently being ravaged by the worst ever series of bush fires in modern history. The latest statistics I have seen are 131 people confirmed dead, 750 houses destroyed and 2 towns completely wiped from the map.

These figures are probably already out of date as you read this.

I mention this here because on the worst of the days, there was a report of a fire taking off not 5 minutes from where I live. It was severe enough to close down our local train line and the main highway survicing our area. I had to leave the hospital, my wife and daughter to rush home to ensure that my house was protected.

Those that have not experienced such a phenomenom may not realise that while the fires themselves are horrid, much more danger is created by high winds and the spreading of floating embers that can travel for miles and then land to start another blaze.

Thankfully, the hot wind was blowing away from our house, not towards it from the fire, and a cool change came through shortly thereafter with it a light rain that eased my concern.

This is the second time in my life that bush fire has threatened me directly. The first episode was worse: living in the mountains during what was known as 'Ash Wednesday', we could see an out of control fire approaching us from over a ridge. My father decided that we were going to leave, and leave asap. No time for packing, just get what you could into the car so that we could go.

Again, we were spared that fate by a change of wind, but the image of a fox fleeing from the direction of the fire is one I'll never forget.

At start of this post I mentioned the ability of these event to clarify what is important to you. During my first encounter with bushfire I remember grabbing my favourite Transformer toy. For the event just gone, I'd decided that if it came to it I'd take the contents of my safe, and the portable hard drive attached to my computer -as this contains all the photos I have ever taken as an adult.

My thoughts go out to everyone touched by this. Fire is an unstoppable force at the height of its power, it destroys everything, and it just does not care.

Tattoo


For every significant event in my life, I get a tattoo. To date, I have three:

- One for when my brother died;
- One for when I decided I wasn't going to die the same way he did, and;
- One representing my beautiful (yet currently grumpy and tired) wife.

Now, I must decide upon an image to represent my daughter. I've already decided upon the theme which is something representing the word "bloom'', as this is the original meaning to the name 'Chloe'.

The design must be powerful, but simple and small as the tattoo will only be about the size of a large coin. Some likable designs from trawling the internet include the one above and the one below. If anyone out there stumbles across this and has some suggestions, I'd love to see them.



2.01.2009

Chrysalis




I feel that something is changing within.


At first, it was just a mere tingling at the edge of my consciousness - but over time, the tingling became a scratching, the scratching became an whisper, and now in these final days it has become an unrelenting roar that has drowned out any other rational thought.


It is only now that I realise what it is that I had, and what came before to others.


I know that you are changing too, that you are becoming - and it is this synchronicity of metamorphosis that will mark our future paths forever.


I am terrified. I am elated.


Soon we will be together.