Slice of Life: Art Division Redux

I staggered to Kevin’s office under the weight of canvas–my finished Deer Woman piece, 24 x 36 of not-entirely-satisfying-to-its-creator artistic creation.

“Wow,” said Kevin. “That’s…epic. I mean…epic.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I said, setting it down and scrounging for a hammer, “because I’m hanging it in the stairwell until either I like it or I figure out what’s wrong with it.”

“Well, if you must…” he said, and went back to running one-seventy-millionth of the Internet, or whatever sys admins actually do.

Tomorrow when the lighting is better, I will at least take a photo of it, but a full-on uber photo-session with the lighting and all will have to wait, since the notion is exhausting and also I don’t think I can get the lights out of the closet without destroying most of the carefully orchestrated piles that contain my life.

The next one will be better.

More Time Wasters…

Gotta say, as far as weird little free browser games go, “Echo Bazaar” is awesome. It’s a dark Victorian setting, heavy on the irony, where you wander London, which was sucked into the abyss and now exists a mile below the surface, having vaguely Lovecraftian nightmares and composing epic ballads about fungus. It links up to your Twitter account (although it won’t tweet without your permission) and you can invite your Twitter friends who are also playing to various nefarious activities.

Depending on your choices, your characters develop in various ways…kind of Choose Your Own Adventure-ish, with stats. For example, I’m currently a Charming and Watchful Lady with a pet goldfish, Bohemian connections, and recurring dreams of death by water.

It also only allows you a limited number of turns a day, and it takes a bit for each turn to refresh, so it’s a fun one to have in the background when you’re actually being productive and want a five minute break from being productive to go have tea with the Ambassador of Hell.

Decoupage without Pants

Kevin walked in to discover me decoupaging torn pages to the 24 x 36 canvas I had secured for the next incarnation of this painting. (The largest size available without a much longer drive, and after and hour and some change with the glue, I’m not sorry…)

“You’re not wearing pants,” he said, which was true.  Actually, I was wearing a tanktop and a black lace thong, which sounds hot, except that I was hunched over a canvas in a position where any loose skin kind of hangs and glops, and in which nobody looks good, no matter how they’re built.

“Look,” I growled, “it’s just easier this way…” When you’re slinging that much liquid glue around, it gets everywhere, and skin sheds glue much easier than fabric.

The victims of my decoupage are an elderly history of 1857 England and a bargain rack horror novel so dreadful, so appallingly written, so weakly plotted and gratuitously gory, that I wanted to give it a chance to make some of itself by being part of a painting. It may not come out as a good painting, but it cannot possibly be worse than the novel in question, which made the screenplay of Dagon look like serious literature.

After a few minutes, I will apply clear gesso, and see if I can’t get a ground suitable to paint on.

Much later, there may be pants.

I promised you a voluptuous rhino…

A very mixed media piece, 9 x 12, mostly because I still can’t get over the Gorman’s Rabbit painting. (It’s so rare that I like one of my own pieces…)

The problem is that I look at this and go…”Yes. Right. I like it. But…damnit…it needs to be HUGE.” There’s an impressiveness to sheer size, and when you’re relying on curve and shape and something frankly as bizarre as a shapely white rhino butt…yes. It needs to be about six feet tall. Or at least as tall as I can fit in my Vibe, and never mind that it will be exceedingly difficult to paint on something that size in my tiny jammed-to-the-gills studio, because goddamnit, I NEED GIANT WHITE RHINO BUTT!

…right, then.

Ahem. Original is for sale, prints are available–send a note on the price of the original, and you can order prints directly.

Bits ‘n Pieces…

A couple of art bits left over from AC. Both of ’em are for sale–drop a line about pricing!

Skunk-chan beckons you!
Fear my vividness!

In other news, Dragonbreath 1 is now in its 7th printing (!!!) and has a snazzy new spine to match the rest of the series.  And it’s looking like the bread wizard novel may actually have an offer–details as and if anything comes to pass.

And I’m finally committing an act I almost never commit…I’ve realized that I’d hate to see Gorman’s Rabbit sell, so I’m hanging it on my own wall. I can count the pieces on the fingers of one hand that I’ve liked enough to keep, so that’s a rarity worth documenting.