It's just been 1½ years since that sculpture class. It's still recent enough to blog about.
O hai.
Well, you know... fail to blog for a few months, maybe half a year, while your life gets nommed by university or whatever, and then you're just rather out of the habit. I quite miss blogging, though, so I'll try to do it every now and then, and not worry about how long it's been since last. A lot of people seem to have migrated from LJ, but, idk... I think this blog format is pretty handy, I still have people I know on here and the old communities and webcomic feeds on my f-list, and all that. It works fine as a personal blog, as far as I am concerned.
Just updated my DeviantArt (also for the first time in too long, although not quite as bad), with some more pictures from that summer course in artistic anatomy. So, for starters, let's go back to that fine old tradition of re-blogging my DA activity. :P
(Large pictures ahoy! But pretty good ones.)
I've already posted pictures of Jack the Écorché, but not the ones taken by the professional photographer that the university hired. Here they are.
Also, there was that later part of the sculpture class where we made a sculpture of whatever the hell we wanted. Mine is called Pangolin and the Mantis.
"See, Mantis?" Pangolin stopped for a moment, pointing a long, curved claw at an opening in the mountain range stretching ahead of them. "The Axolotl's Pass, right over there. Only a few more hours, and then we'll be at the village of Little Spleen."
The great mantis at her side tilted her head and clicked her mandibles inquisitely. Pangolin smiled.
"I'm sure they'll have some old nag or dried-up cow that they won't mind parting with, don't you worry."
They'd better have, Pangolin reflected with a glance at the abdominal segments of her steed. So far, there was no great need for worry, but in this case, the young explorer preferred to be on the safe side. A well-trained Mantis domesticus giganticus may be swift and charismatic, and an excellent deterrent against highway robbers to boot, but if you did not keep them well fed, well... Were my scales as thick as the shield of a great panzerdillo, I still wouldn't risk it.
... no, I don't make sculptures, or the descriptions to them, based on just whatever stray words my brain happens to latch onto at the moment. What kind of professional person would I be if I did that. >_>
Chavant clay and metal armature. The wooden base is around 40x50 centimetres (16x20 inches?), the mantis around 30 centimetres (12 inches) long.
(Guess which of the above pictures were not taken by the professional photographer? Yes, it's quite obvious. But he only took full pictures from that one angle, so I'm still glad I have these as well.)
I'll be moving in a couple of weeks, btw. Going to Stockholm. So, y'know, that'll be pretty exciting.
*looks around student apartment, and the heaps of stuff, books, tools, sculptures, clothes and props*
Oh god. so much stuff. why. ._.
Well, you know... fail to blog for a few months, maybe half a year, while your life gets nommed by university or whatever, and then you're just rather out of the habit. I quite miss blogging, though, so I'll try to do it every now and then, and not worry about how long it's been since last. A lot of people seem to have migrated from LJ, but, idk... I think this blog format is pretty handy, I still have people I know on here and the old communities and webcomic feeds on my f-list, and all that. It works fine as a personal blog, as far as I am concerned.
Just updated my DeviantArt (also for the first time in too long, although not quite as bad), with some more pictures from that summer course in artistic anatomy. So, for starters, let's go back to that fine old tradition of re-blogging my DA activity. :P
(Large pictures ahoy! But pretty good ones.)
I've already posted pictures of Jack the Écorché, but not the ones taken by the professional photographer that the university hired. Here they are.
Also, there was that later part of the sculpture class where we made a sculpture of whatever the hell we wanted. Mine is called Pangolin and the Mantis.
"See, Mantis?" Pangolin stopped for a moment, pointing a long, curved claw at an opening in the mountain range stretching ahead of them. "The Axolotl's Pass, right over there. Only a few more hours, and then we'll be at the village of Little Spleen."
The great mantis at her side tilted her head and clicked her mandibles inquisitely. Pangolin smiled.
"I'm sure they'll have some old nag or dried-up cow that they won't mind parting with, don't you worry."
They'd better have, Pangolin reflected with a glance at the abdominal segments of her steed. So far, there was no great need for worry, but in this case, the young explorer preferred to be on the safe side. A well-trained Mantis domesticus giganticus may be swift and charismatic, and an excellent deterrent against highway robbers to boot, but if you did not keep them well fed, well... Were my scales as thick as the shield of a great panzerdillo, I still wouldn't risk it.
... no, I don't make sculptures, or the descriptions to them, based on just whatever stray words my brain happens to latch onto at the moment. What kind of professional person would I be if I did that. >_>
Chavant clay and metal armature. The wooden base is around 40x50 centimetres (16x20 inches?), the mantis around 30 centimetres (12 inches) long.
(Guess which of the above pictures were not taken by the professional photographer? Yes, it's quite obvious. But he only took full pictures from that one angle, so I'm still glad I have these as well.)
I'll be moving in a couple of weeks, btw. Going to Stockholm. So, y'know, that'll be pretty exciting.
*looks around student apartment, and the heaps of stuff, books, tools, sculptures, clothes and props*
Oh god. so much stuff. why. ._.