LOOK AT ALL THESE MUSHROOMS I FOUND (and the elusive Aminita!). I plan to go out tomorrow and find some more. There were some awesome ones on trees too, but.. they were on trees. I may just photograph those ‘cause there was this type that looked like bat ears and they jiggled when you poked them.
I made a hairless mouse in its moulting phase (dubbed “yeti mouse”) for my sister. She loves mice but may have to live away from her soon-to-be-pets for work sometimes. So I made her something convincing that she could take with her. (because, you know, something this fragile is perfect for traveling with…)
I also experimented with cinematographic compositions~….
I swear to god. Someone is going to have to give me a damn job.
(various sculpeys, oil pastels, mystery hair that my sister found in a field (whiskers), nail polish, varnish, synthetic hair)
edit: added another photo out of peer pressure.
This person needs more notes. Jesus, why haven’t I seen them before!? That colour theory, that design! That atmosphere! I have a feeling it would kill me, but I’d really like to see one of those in person.
Go see Atenebris o:
FINISHED. I’ve invented a ‘Daeydoim’ for The Dark Crystal competition. Basically humble cart pulling omnivores that reside on the edge of deserts. They disperse heat through their large dorsal scales and scrape vegetation off trees with their long incisors. Short fighting tusks also enable them to catch river creatures similar to fish and broad hooves make walking on sand easy. They’re commonly used within the Dark Crystal realm for long distance trade and agricultural farming.
This made me laugh so much. None of it’s legs are inside the trap. It looks like it just wanted to sit down and it’s chair folded up on it like a cinema seat
This is the second time this has happened.
Benway seems to only catch spiders and Steven (Sarracenia stevensii) only catches wasps. I have to help both my flycatchers out with the fly part… >_>
Another WIP. I HAVE 6 DAYS TO FINISH THIS. I really wish I could opt out of doing the feet.
previous WIP: http://taniakerins.tumblr.com/post/93969356905/wip-of-a-model-for-a-contest-doubling-up-as-an
WIP of a model for a contest. Doubling up as an eventual portfolio peice.
it’s uh.. hard… it keeps breaking <_< and coloured clay is infuriatingly soft. You can see the teeth it’s supposed to have in the derpy skull stage. It will also have a fluffy butt and bits of fur in the triangle infront of the eyes.
I have to finish this before Pythos comes over.. so, wish me luck.
Study of myself this morning. The only way to stop my paintings being so flat is to do life studies!
Now, I would have done as detailed images of my (fidgetty) friends, as I have tried, but you guys kept moving. You have yourselves to blame for your shitty portraits! >:I
I was asked by my university to be one of the 22 chosen to represent my course. So I made these and will be exhibiting them on the 2nd -5th of July in the New Designers exhibition in London.
They’re all fingerpuppet sized, so the tip of your index finger is about the scale of a human head here.
There are another 10 masks I wanted to make, but with two weeks available, it wasn’t going to happen!
Me, my arms, and my rockclimbing instructor…
Note to artists: muscles become turgid with blood after intense exercise. Hense the pink guns.
Also; I doubt he intended to, but goddamn, did Mike make some good compositional lines by standing infront of the join in the pannels and holding the rope with almost parallel forearms. Good show sir!
this isn’t an art post, but I managed to make it one >_>..
it’s a boast post
thought I’d show you the update on that dragon picture I forgot I had.
my process is very messy.. and there are a lot of creepy guys walking around… (creepy guys help with perspective)
And then a second picture! Sans creepy guys.
Also, NOT GoT DRAGONS… Kinda bummed that a few of my designs and ideas seem to emulate those of GoT. Even though I’ve never read the books, and most of my stuff pre-dates the release of the TV series :I
oh well… my dragons stink of fart when they get angry. (methane gas is collected from the intestines and stored in a separate organ. When it wants to breathe fire, the gas is sent through a tube up into a throat sack where it is pressurised. The vouivre (these are French) then opens a valve in the back of the throat that forces the gas out. A pistol shrimp-type mouth claw sets off a spark and FWOOSH.)
further Vouivre info: Unlike GoT dragons, these are wimps and only use fire for food and defence. They are shit for battle because their large membrane wings are targets for arrows and spears. and they’re also too stupid to train. Their skin isn’t enormously tough either; a good sword will peirce it. Armour is out of the question because they would then become too heavy to fly. If their wings get damaged they have to resort to their legs, which as you can see, are pretty shit. Their legs barely assist with movement, so most of their weight falls on their strong arms, and on the ground their neck makes an easy target. Their jaws aren’t very strong as, due to their tendency to roast their meat, they haven’t evolved to need to rip tough flesh apart. The bigger issue is their tail and getting thumped by an extended wing or head.. thing is.. they don’t differenciate between allies and enemies, and would rather fly off away from the hubub. They can breathe fire, yes.. but the methane used is a limited resource that replenishes steadily throughout the day - it would drain up quickly, so they tend to save it as a last resort in offensive situations. You’d essentially be left with an expensive flailing reptilian idiot who’s just a nuissance to everyone. In my story, they’re actually “trained” as international cargo vehicles intended to carry expensive foods like fruit to willing foriegn kings. They’re preffered over ships in some situations because they’re difficult to ambush, are faster (so fresher food) and can go directly to the castle.
Spontaneous out of the blue gift for Silvermender.
I’ll zip it and spare you all from my self criticism on this. Enjoy Gaby o:
I went into a bead shop and had a magpie moment.
makin’ a shirt out of metal and rock. Fuck yes. (I do not have enough for this)
I am so tired and so angry of getting: “You?! Clothes shopping for that long!?”, “you’re wearing pink!? The world is going to end!”, “You’re trying to be more feminine? What so should I expect to see you covered in makeup and wearing heels soon?”, “you should really add more colours to your wardrobe”, “You would look great in this dress”, “this is really in fashion, I think it would suit you”, ” I wish you’d let me buy that dress for you”, “how about this? *picks out endless amounts of clothes irrelevant to my interests and eventually strops at me for not liking any of them*”
I don’t even know what I like anymore. I don’t like my old clothes, and I don’t like 80% of my new/current ones. I hate that I have to wear clothes to express who I am because I don’t even think I know anymore, and I certainly wont know if people keep trying to influence who I am.
I’m having a huge gender identity crisis and I’m sick of being alienated to myself. I did want to experiment with more feminine clothing.. but I don’t even know if that’s because I’ve been put down enough fucking times for not wearing it in the first place.
I just want a fucking suit of armour.
So I.. painted clouds.. because I have desires to paint textures and rarely have an idea behind it otherwise. I didn’t have a use for this painting, so I updated my CV with it.
Included a close up (but kept the text on it, sans my home address, because I don’t want it being used as an album cover by some twat without permission :I)