#spilled paint

[heartspin2023]

My WIP. Putting it down to dry while working on some fanfiction after posting the next chapter to Ascention!!!

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[2022dirt]

Dont carry paint in your car.

[willowwind78]

I Just Need to do One Thing...

Don't Cry Over Spilled Paint

There are hundreds of different ways to prevent this from happening such as:

1. You can build or buy an apparatus to set your paint pots in

2. You can put down a glob of poster tack or museum wax for your pot to easily stick to and be lifted back up again

3. You can put your paint in dropper bottles

4. You can be really careful (I do not recommend this suggestion)

But... they all involve going beyond the thought "It'll only take a second..." or "I won't knock it over..."

[timmytomuch]

Feeling a little grumpy today.

[oscyrich]

Not my image - only my unfinished painting of one of Johann Mylius’ Alchemical Images

Out of all those marvellous emblems why did I choose this one to paint? I’ll try to answer that, for myself. To look at the picture one unique thing about this in contrast to the majority of other alchemical pictures is that in this the sun and moon are not so equal; the moon is in fact the dominant symbol here as the sun is a baby, cradled by the anthropomorphic moon. Looking at this personally and symbolically I can say perhaps this picture spoke to me because in my psyche there is indeed a dominant lunar aspect, a feminine element, an affinity or close proximity to the unconscious. That is about me for sure. Within me the moon dominates, since all the qualities one ascribes to the sun are precisely those I lack: rationality, consciousness, illumination, consistency, persistence, consciousness, heat. However, a part of me welcomes the notion that there is my dominant moon mind cradling a delicate new-born consciousness. This rings true also since I have recently had a rare extroverted experience which altered my self-perception and my desires: that would make sense then that the sun is a baby form and being cradled ie: on it’s way to growth albeit in a fragile state. The other elements, the bird, the burning salamander, etc, I am yet to analyse and understand — better yet, yet to paint. So I'll live with this and mull, like a chewing cow.

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[spitblossoms]

[bebs-art-gallery]

Dear Desolation by Eliran Kantor † Love of the Wolf by Hélène Cixous

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Painting by Holly Warburton, A face in the crowd

[logophilist1982]

Edinburgh

[ane-doodles]

Make it turquoise!

Cult of the Lamb Narindersona and Lambsona :D

Special thanks to @linkerbell for motivating me to draw, name and finally share them

Below information extracted from a conversation on discord:

Aneerinder:

(Using he/him for this occasion)

I wanted to maintain both the theme of the felines and the god of death but with a bit of the Japanese aesthetic that I like and other details that I usually use in my drawings.

First, the species is still a serval (like my Narinder) but in white. The stripes and spots they have are painted by him himself, except for the ears and tail, which are natural.

Instead of just making him the god of death, I wanted to base him a little more on the idea of a prophet, who receives messages from the future and teaches them to others if you ask in the right way. He is considered the writer of destiny, even though as such it is outside his area, how someone lives or dies is outside his power, he only receives them and archives the stories of their life.

Based on this idea of a writer/illustrator, the idea was born that his hands would function as a writing instrument (similar to this character in the movie 9 who had pen(? fingers to write). Constantly gushing ichor from these using them as ink…

Jumping to the moment of imprisonment hehehe

He is partially blinded using a paper talisman behind his head. To prevent it from being able to write or create something with the ink/ichor, it is surrounded by water, so that the ink always runs.

He also ends up being immobilized with red ropes as an allegory to the "red thread of destiny", especially his right hand is especially tangled to prevent him from continuing to "write the destiny of the gods". To prevent the ropes from breaking there are also paper talismans hanging from them.

In short, prevent him from writing/drawing in any way in order to keep the destiny of the gods in his hands. He ends up becoming dependent on other senses, little talking, much listening.

He loves stories, after all his job as a god is also to record the lives of mortals.

Their followers could ask for glimpses of their futures, which were considered predictions.

When someone dies and reaches the other side, they are given a scroll with a copy of the record of their life.

I'm still thinking about how to draw him, but if I design a shape for him as a follower, I'll most likely end up wearing glasses to see.

You will never in your life get him to close the haori he usually wears.

Aniki:

Ok lamb, she/her this time

The lamb genocide occurs during an expedition trip. She coincidentally returns to her village the day it is destroyed. Easily resigned, once she finished digesting the idea that she was the last of her kind she had no choice but to move on.

She's not built for combat, she's even terribly bad at dodging (like me qwq) which is why she dies often.

[Here I have an inside joke in which the god tells her "I may be blind, but I clearly see a lot of death in your future" jsjsjs]

Their crusades mainly consist of collecting resources and trading with traders.

She is very good at managing the cult, to the point where in the first five years it was already self-sustaining. She is also usually quick to meet the demands of her followers and thereby increase the faith of the cult, avoiding at all costs giving sermons because she is too shy to do so. Despite this, in casual conversations with cultists he often talks about the god of death in a way that unconsciously raises their faith.

She never takes the cult on herself, because she couldn't be interested in the idea of taking that burden on herself, which is why all the cult's statues and decorations revolve around the cat.

Now, having a self-sustaining cult and a faith that is constantly growing, she ends up having too much free time, so she spends her time putting together a collection of objects she finds around, making decorations for the cult, playing and exploring.

When she dies she tells stories of common events that occur in the cult, and in return the god tells her stories of past lives that have reached his domain. They have a constant exchange of stories which is what allows them to get closer.

She changes over time (new design yipee) and the crown upon returning to the god grants her a blessing in which she becomes the "eyes of god"

The new design only has some minor changes from the original.

Since she never had the ambition to take power, divinity never affected her.

She only had small surges of devotion and power that made her possessed by the god and that way she was able to defeat the bishops (similar to what a writer would do with his characters)

[namedvesta]

— unknown, Conversation between Athena and Aphrodite.

— Max Nonnenbruch, Junge Schönheit (𝟣𝟪𝟫𝟤)

[heartspin2023]

My,newest work in progress. I am learning painting still.

[mightylancergames]

Mr MLG had a little accident.

Know someone who needs a pot holder for Christmas? Get them one from Mighty Lancer Games & save them pulling this face

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[willowwind78]

Edgar Allen Poe fans, eat your hearts out.

I LOVE this skull. I have no idea if I will ever be able to replicate this again but wow! I am impressed with myself. And it was SO easy! I base painted the skull with Vallejo Model Color 70.918 Ivory then washed it with Vallejo Game Wash 73.200 Sepia Shade. Toughed up the teeth with some more Ivory after the wash and voila! The raven is base painted in 70.994 dark grey, washed in Citadel Colour Nuln Oil (which I spilled all over my workspace, reminding me why I am not allowed to use paint pots), then dry brushed with 70.883 Silver Grey. The base is Vallejo Environmental Thick Mud 73.810 Light Brown Mud washed in Nuln Oil and highlighted.

How Not To Paint a Miniature tip of the day: If your paint pot lid will not stay open creating a suitable spot to dip your brush on the tongue, DO NOT use a 45 caliber bullet you just happen to have laying around. It is both slightly too big and will make your pot top-heavy so it is easy to tip over creating a terrible mess. 

My recommendation: A piece of plastic straw like a drinking straw or one of the plastic tips that comes on your brushes when you buy new ones. The extra length can actually help to keep the pot from tipping over completely and it does not add any extra weight.

Willowwind78 Not-So-Pro Tip: Always keep a clean eye-dropper near your work station. Not only does it come in handy for making dilutions to create your own washes but it can also be used to salvage some of you paint after you knock the pot over. You’re welcome.

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[sarahsinferno]

I Wish for Liberation

I sit in the dark, my thoughts a storm of fragments, and I wish, not with the innocence of a child but with the bitter clarity of experience, that you would feel the weight of every wound you gave.

do you know the sharp sting of betrayal, the cruel echo of a lie, the loneliness that wraps around the heart like a shroud?

I want you to know the hollow ache of waiting, the gnawing uncertainty that burrows deep, the sleepless nights stretched out in their endless, aching expanse.

I want the weight of your own choices to press down on you, heavy and relentless, until you understand the pressure that drove me to despair, until you feel a trace of my sorrow settling like dust in your own empty spaces.

you, who sculpted misery with your hands, who wielded cruelty like a blade, are you aware of the echoes you left? do you hear them whisper in your dreams, the ache you wove so effortlessly into my days?

i could wish for storms to ravage your calm, for the sky to crack open with lightning that rends the fabric of your peace, for the tremors of regret to shake your foundation.

yet, even as I wish this, I realize that suffering does not heal, that the flames of revenge only scorch the hands that wield them.

so, instead, I let the weight of my sorrow settle, a quiet confession to the universe that sometimes I crave for the scales to tip,

for the pain to be known, but mostly,

I wish for liberation, for the shackles of my anger to fall away, and for a heart that no longer clings to the shadows of the past.

so I let the wish drift, a bitter gust of wind that fades into the void, and I turn away, searching for a release from this desire, for a way to mend the broken pieces without adding more shards to the world’s already jagged heart.

S.T. 2024

santa rosalia by roberto ferri(1978) oil on canvas

the shepherd david by elizabeth bouguereau(1895)

dancers by franz von stuck(1896)

perseus slaying medusa by laurent-honore marqueste(1903)

[becomingvecna]

Art by Jose Gabriel Alegría Sabogal