phew, lots more people added to the list, and galleries updated!
I'm in a bit of a bad mood today because I finally got the time to buy the rest of the fabrics I need in town, only to find out that the last fabric shop here has been shut down. I don't have time to import, and I don't have much hope in finding lycra and leatherette in a small upholstery fabric shop. I will try though. -_-' It's my only chance, I don't have time time import fabrics. I will upload some progress of my down later today, I just need to finish banging my head against the wall in frustration.
That said, sure is a lot of beautiful progress in here.
Still haven't received my replacement digital camera charger so here are two work-in-progress photos courtesy of my not so great webcam. I've aged paper, made some of the labels, crafted contents for two of the bottles, made the squash serum face, aged cork stoppers and made 2 bags. I still have cooking to do, liquid making, art for the bags, a little light and smoke magic and then I'll take it all into a photo shoot somewhere in my house, probably front porch, and see if I can make it look magical.
phew, lots more people added to the list, and galleries updated!
I'm in a bit of a bad mood today because I finally got the time to buy the rest of the fabrics I need in town, only to find out that the last fabric shop here has been shut down. I don't have time to import, and I don't have much hope in finding lycra and leatherette in a small upholstery fabric shop. I will try though. -_-' It's my only chance, I don't have time time import fabrics. I will upload some progress of my down later today, I just need to finish banging my head against the wall in frustration.
That said, sure is a lot of beautiful progress in here.
eek! If you were stateside I would totally offer to go fabric shopping for you...as it is I doubt I could get anything there fast enough/it would cost a fortune.
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@ Tzu. I hope you can find something to work with!
@ Charlie . The Gwen on the right looks like she has a big bubble of air in her shirt. The fabric doesn't seem to be settling correctly around the sides.
@ shady tradesman. Ooh... looking forward to seeing that completed.
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Gloves done, yay. Starting boots and belt after I get some chores done.
Awesome progress everyone! Congrats, Raven for submitting your entry and thanks for adding those notes so we could see your reasoning! I'm totally digging the costumes and even the charr effigy... so creative!
As for myself, I've run out of time and decided to forget about the dog costume this year and just work on the story since I can write it during my commutes . Although it's a stretch, I'm going to submit my story into the official contest and see if they'll accept it as literary art since this wonderful workshop is <3 <3 <3
Anyway, I've mostly been writing the ending since I'm a non-linear writer, but I decided to share this snippet that I wrote this morning because I just really liked how it came out. It takes place in the middle of the story after the twins and Ki get called into Master Togo's office. Master Togo suspects something is wrong. Enjoy!
“Let me tell you a story. But first, have you learned in class about how there are rituals to turn Heroes into Allies after death.”
“Immortality is only granted to those who were noble in life and had traits that could aid us. The spiritual energy from the ashes manifest as urns that we can carry with us in battle,” Akan recited, scowling when he saw the raised eyebrow on his sister’s face. He crossed his arms and sunk back into his chair, grumbling to her defensively, “What? I can pay attention in class, you know.” He had been hoping to impress Bix with his knowledge about rituals, but he would leave that part out.
“That’s right,” Master Togo nodded, his eyes wary. “Heroes are rewarded, and through a special ritual remain with us. However, sometimes, we make mistakes.”
“Mistakes?” Rika asked when Master Togo stopped talking.
He nodded, his eyes looking carefully at each one. “Once, a Hero’s body was found, and the ritual was performed. He was well known for his feats and for the goodness of his character. It was said that he was a man of his word, and he never broke a vow. There was great sorrow when his body was discovered, and it was only natural that the most sacred of rituals would follow.”
The twins looked at him expectedly, waiting for him to continue. He remained quietly, looking at each student.
“What happened?” Rika prompted, the hairs on her arm rising as a layer of unease settled on them.
“I’d like for one of you to finish the story,” he said softly, bringing his fingers up into a steeple beneath his chin.
Akan grimaced and scratched his head absently with one hand. “I’m not really good with stories.”
Rika shrugged, half wishing they could just get their usual punishment and leave.
“I’ll finish the story.” All eyes shifted to Ki. He sat in his chair with unnatural stillness, his back straight as a rod, his gaze unwavering as he looked at Master Togo. “The Ritualists didn’t know that the Hero had been betrayed and murdered by the ones he loved most. His ‘friends’ threw him off a cliff, using his blind loyalty and disillusionments about friendship. Then, the fool Ritualists found his broken body and bestowed their ‘gift.’ Imagine their horrified surprise to see that the Hero they honored had died tragically and at the time of his death had been overwhelmed with sorrow, regret, and, most of all, hatred.
“What was resurrected was a monster they couldn’t control, so they sealed the tragic Hero in an urn with a spell written in gold filagree. They left him locked away in a sealed room for millennia, alone in the darkness, cursed by the immortality they had damned him with. He sat in darkness and silence, thanks to the betrayal of first his friends and then the Ritualists. Luckily for him, on the one day a year when the spirit world is stronger than the living world, three children set him free, enabling him to finally get the revenge he had longed for.”
Ki smiled and leaned forward, his eyes suddenly glowing a bright gold, “I imagine the story ends with the Hero returning, and he’s very, very angry.”
At the sight of his eyes glowing, the twins fell back in their chairs, stumbling to stand without letting Ki out of their sites. Anak let out a string of profanities while Rika called out the name of every God she could think of.
Master Togo mouth tightened before saying, “That’s quite the story, Ki. How do you supposed we would put the spirit at rest?”
Ki’s eyes burned more brightly, “The spirit will never be at rest.”
Master Togo nodded, “I was afraid you’d say that.” With a blinding speed the twins were surprised to see, Master Togo stood and lifted his hand to let out a powerful bolt of lightening. While mainly known as a healer, seeing his speed and power was a reminder that in his youth, he had fought in deadly wars where both healing and fighting were mandatory.
Without even blinking, Ki lifted his hand using supernatural speed, forming a shield of golden light. The twins watched in horror as the bolt slammed into the shield and reflected off of it. Master Togo’s eyes widened briefly before the bolt hit him, slamming him back into the wall against a book shelf, tomes raining on his unconscious and limp body.
Rika and Akan watched in open-mouthed, stunned silence as Ki turned to them, the shield disappearing. While he gazed at them, he lifted his right arm out in the direction of Master Togo. He slowly closed his hand and a barrier like a bubble appeared around the old man’s body.
“How long do you think he can survive without air?” he asked as if it was normal conversation.
“Stop it!” Rika shouted, her hands clenched, helpless at what to do.
“Little twins,” Ki laughed, “Always waiting for your dear friend to help you get out of trouble. He can’t help you anymore. He’s mine to control, mine to own! Come meet me at the Rock Cliff, and we’ll continue this conversation there. I do love cliffs after all.” He snarled the last, turning his back on them as he left the room.
Rika started breathing heavily, as if she could never get enough air. The bubble was still around Master Togo, cutting off his air supply. “What to we do?”
Akan was horrified and completely pale. “We have to follow him, we have to do what he says.”
Rika tangled her fingers in her hair at her scalp, pacing back and forth. “We have to figure out how to get Ki back.”
Akan nodded and they both ran out the door, knowing they were walking into a trap but helpless to do anything else.
“Akan!” He turned around at the anxious voice, and his eyes widened.
“Bix! What are you doing here? Are you OK?” he asked, moving to her, his eyes scanning her face. She was standing in the hall outside the door, her face strained.
She nodded. “I was worried about you so I eavesdropped,” she shuddered hard, because she never eavesdropped, “and heard everything, and then I realized what you need to do to save Ki!”
A silly grin appeared on Akan’s face. “You were worried about me?” he asked in an eager voice.
“Focus!” Rika scolded him, slapping him on the back of the head. She turned her attention back to Bix, “What do you have planned?”
@Arvida - is that the shatterer? :3 Its kind of hard to critique at this stage cause its only a rough sketch, however I would suggest making some of that purple swirl around Mad King Thorn go infront of him, so it looks as if he's using magic. Right now it's all behind him and it looks like a haunted purple flame, which seems kind of wierd since he's standing on top of a dragon. The swirl around his body would make it look like he's controlling the dragon. I believe that's what you're aiming for ^^
@Najade ohhh, i like the concept! Your sketch looks very accurate, I'm excited to see the result. My only critique is the moon doesn't look angry enough xD very minor critique, but he looks like he's trying to hold in a giggle. just a thought :P
@Charlie looking very eerie o.o I watch the shining for the first time a year or two ago and even though this scene is so iconic with the movie, I don't remember it being there ._. like, I watched it start to finish but dont remember any little girls, even though I KNOW they're in the movie.
My only critique (if even that) is just something I noticed with a shadow. I don't know if I'm right or not, but if you look at their faces you can obviously tell the one on the right's head is tilted slightly more up as the face is recieving more highlights/more direct light, while the one on the left has their head tilted slightly more down so her face has more shadows/less direct light. With the head positions in mind, their shadows around the neck are equal. It would make sense in my head to make the one with the head tilted down to have a slightly longer shadow, as less direct light would reach below their head compared to the other gwen.
i don't know if that's actually how a person's shadow would work in the situation; i tried to check in a mirror but the light source wasnt the same so I couldn't tell, but it might be something to consider.
Personal Update:
yay for Canadian Thanksgiving weekend ^^ i get monday off school, so its a long weekend for me. I think I'm going to spend the rest of my night (so pretty much 2 or 3 hours) doing physics and functions so that I dont have to worry about work and can work on my piece all weekend long
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I don't really consider myself an artist ... it's not a talent that comes naturally or easily to me ... so I really can't critique anyone's artwork. To me it all looks bloody fantastic.
Progress update on my short story'ish thing: I think I have to scrap the idea as a contest entry. I've been working on it offline and the more I work on it the bigger it gets ... it's becoming a beast of a story and I don't think it'll be done in time for the contest. I will update the blog from time to time, and post the story in the Nolani forum when it's finished, but I won't be posting any further contest stuff there.
I'm going to switch it over to something smaller and easier to control. I've opted to do a poem (one that actually rhymes!) on Mad King Thorn, and will post "progress" here.
I want it to be sporadic, like a derailing train of thought, but to have him (Mad King Thorn) be speaking about himself. A bit of an autobiography, if you will.
I have four lines written so far!
I don't know how you guys do those "hide spoiler!" buttons, so I'ma just put it in quotes.
Quote:
A Generals life is overlooked
I live a Generals life from a Jesters book
With golden feathers and pretty quills
Ink splattered flesh and thoughtless kills
Alternately ... I thought about writing it:
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A Jesters life is overlooked
I live a Jesters life from a Jokers book
I'm not sure on that opening part ... I think the 2nd flows better, but I like the reference to Thorn as a General. Thoughts?
I have a few more lines jumbled up in my head yet. Will see if I can work them out and update later.
@Najade: Sketch looks good at the moment. Everyone seems to be fond of the Minion/Puppet master theme when drawing Necros.
Up late again. Finished both Gwens and added some nice warm red color overlays to bring out the colors and give off more of an eerie feeling. I also shrank down their heads. The proportions I was using worked perfectly for the original twins out of the movie. But the more I completed both Gwens, the more the flim's proportions didn't seem to fit in with my piece. I suppose it's because their dresses are more puffy, and give the girls a more rounded appearance. Where as Gwen has a dress that seems kind of flat and heavy with starch, and creates a more slim figure than round. The original proportions I used ended up making them look like a human lollipops.
shouldnt the lights look a little more dodgy/flickery, and the wallpaper be broken/peeling in places?
i giggled when i saw the gwens cause they looked so freaking creepy but the background just gives me a case of cognitive dissonance..haha
Uuuuugh. I've been drawing almost every day but everytime I do something, I just can't get it near decent so I end up erasing to draw something worse. Bleh. It has been way too long since I drew. I won't be able to finish (or get halfway done, I bet) for the contest. Will try, I guess... Meh. I'm definably not an artist.
On another side of news, I got a story to write planned out and began writing it.
I'm calling it "The Death of Thorn" (bet you can guess what it is of).
Here's the beginning:
The Death of Thorn
Screams filled the air. Fire lit the twilight sky. A tall lean man on a horse watched as a village before him burned, its inhabitants slaughtered by his men. King Thorn smiled as the smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils. His personal steward and body guards around him covered their noses, attempting to keep the smell out.
“Your majesty.” A soldier said as he walked up to the smiling king, bowing as he halted.
“Report.” Thorn said, never turning his gaze from the last of the villagers as they were killed and skinned.
“The insurgents were discovered and dealt with first. As your orders, we’ve captured everyone in the village. A single kid is unaccounted for, however.” The soldier said, nervousness ran through his voice in the last sentence.
“Is the kid related to any insurgent?” The king asked.
“No sire.”
“Then hunt him down later. What’s the progress of the ‘art?’” Thorn finally turned his gaze to the soldier, who began to take a step back but stopped halfway.
“There were only ten left as I came to report. They should all be dead by now.” The soldier paused, listening for the screams that have silenced. “As you wanted, we’ve skinned them and… positioned their corpses in various postures in the doorways.”
“And?”
“We’ve made sure they’re in humorous positions.”
“Good. Take the skin and feed it to the tengu. Those savages will eat anything you toss them.”
“Is that really necessary, mi’lord?” The king’s steward asked. Thorn quickly twisted his head towards the questioning man, making him and his horse retreat a little. “What I mean is, that if you provoke the tengu, they will attack more ferociously. The insurgents deserve a worse outcome to their bodies, but the fewer problems, the better.”
“Feed their skin to the tengu.” The king said to the soldier as he turned his horse around.
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Originally Posted by Thistle Xandra
Although it's a stretch, I'm going to submit my story into the official contest and see if they'll accept it as literary art since this wonderful workshop is <3 <3 <3
In the spoiler below is my edits of your work. It's mostly just capitalization. Keep what changes you want:
“Let me tell you a story. But first, have you learned in class about how there are rituals to turn heroes into allies after death.”
“Immortality is only granted to those who were noble in life and had traits that could aid us. The spiritual energy from the ashes manifest as urns that we can carry with us in battle,” Akan recited, scowling when he saw the raised eyebrow on his sister’s face. He crossed his arms and sunk back into his chair, grumbling to her defensively, “What? I can pay attention in class, you know.” He had been hoping to impress Bix with his knowledge about rituals, but he would leave that part out.
“That’s right,” Master Togo nodded, his eyes wary. “Heroes are rewarded for their deeds, and through a special ritual, they remain with us. However, sometimes, we make mistakes.”
“Mistakes?” Rika asked when Master Togo stopped talking.
He nodded, his eyes looking carefully at each one. “Once, a hero’s body was found, and the ritual was performed. He was well known for his feats and for the goodness of his character. It was said that he was a man of his word, and he never broke a vow. There was great sorrow when his body was discovered, and it was only natural that the most sacred of rituals would follow.”
The twins looked at him expectedly, waiting for him to continue. He remained quietly, looking at each student.
“What happened?” Rika prompted, the hairs on her arm rising as a layer of unease settled on them.
“I’d like for one of you to finish the story,” he said softly, bringing his fingers up into a steeple beneath his chin.
Akan grimaced and scratched his head absently with one hand. “I’m not really good with stories.”
Rika shrugged, half wishing they could just get their usual punishment and leave.
“I’ll finish the story.” All eyes shifted to Ki. He sat in his chair with unnatural stillness, his back straight as a rod, his gaze unwavering as he looked at Master Togo. “The ritualists didn’t know that the hero had been betrayed and murdered by the ones he loved most. His ‘friends’ threw him off a cliff, using his blind loyalty and disillusionments about friendship. Then, the fool ritualists found his broken body and bestowed their ‘gift.’ Imagine their horrified surprise to see that the hero they honored had died tragically and at the time of his death had been overwhelmed with sorrow, regret, and, most of all, hatred.
“What was resurrected was a monster they couldn’t control, so they sealed the tragic hero in an urn with a spell written in gold filagree. They left him locked away in a sealed room for millennia, alone in the darkness, cursed by the immortality they had damned him with. He sat in darkness and silence, thanks to the betrayal of first his friends and then the ritualists. Luckily for him, on the one day a year when the spirit world is stronger than the living world, three children set him free, enabling him to finally get the revenge he had longed for.”
Ki smiled and leaned forward, his eyes suddenly glowing a bright gold, “I imagine the story ends with the hero returning, and he’s very, very angry.”
At the sight of his eyes glowing, the twins fell back in their chairs, stumbling to stand without letting Ki out of their sites. Anak let out a string of profanities while Rika called out the name of every god she could think of.
Master Togo mouth tightened before saying, “That’s quite the story, Ki. How do you supposed we would put the spirit at rest?”
Ki’s eyes burned more brightly, “The spirit will never be at rest.”
Master Togo nodded, “I was afraid you’d say that.” With a blinding speed the twins were surprised to see, Master Togo stood and lifted his hand to let out a powerful bolt of lightening. While mainly known as a healer, seeing his speed and power was a reminder that in his youth, he had fought in deadly wars where both healing and fighting were mandatory.
Without even blinking, Ki lifted his hand using supernatural speed, forming a shield of golden light. The twins watched in horror as the bolt slammed into the shield and reflected off of it. Master Togo’s eyes widened briefly before the bolt hit him, slamming him back into the wall against a book shelf, tomes raining on his unconscious and limp body.
Rika and Akan watched in open-mouthed, stunned silence as Ki turned to them, the shield disappearing. While he gazed at them, he lifted his right arm out in the direction of Master Togo. He slowly closed his hand and a barrier like a bubble appeared around the old man’s body.
“How long do you think he can survive without air?” he asked as if it was normal conversation.
“Stop it!” Rika shouted, her hands clenched, helpless at what to do.
“Little twins,” Ki laughed, “Always waiting for your dear friend to help you get out of trouble. He can’t help you anymore. He’s mine to control, mine to own! Come meet me at the Rock Cliff, and we’ll continue this conversation there. I do love cliffs after all.” He snarled the last, turning his back on them as he left the room.
Rika started breathing heavily, as if she could never get enough air. The bubble was still around Master Togo, cutting off his air supply. “What to we do?”
Akan was horrified and completely pale. “We have to follow him, we have to do what he says.”
Rika tangled her fingers in her hair at her scalp, pacing back and forth. “We have to figure out how to get Ki back.”
Akan nodded and they both ran out the door, knowing they were walking into a trap but helpless to do anything else.
“Akan!” He turned around at the anxious voice, and his eyes widened.
“Bix! What are you doing here? Are you OK?” he asked, moving to her, his eyes scanning her face. She was standing in the hall outside the door, her face strained.
She nodded. “I was worried about you so I eavesdropped,” she shuddered hard, because she never eavesdropped, “and heard everything, and then I realized what you need to do to save Ki!”
A silly grin appeared on Akan’s face. “You were worried about me?” he asked in an eager voice.
“Focus!” Rika scolded him, slapping him on the back of the head. She turned her attention back to Bix, “What do you have planned?”
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Sounds good, can't wait to read the rest. But one question: How is this related to the holiday of halloween?
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Originally Posted by obastable
I'm not sure on that opening part ... I think the 2nd flows better, but I like the reference to Thorn as a General. Thoughts?
I have a few more lines jumbled up in my head yet. Will see if I can work them out and update later.
Hmmm, perhaps something to go with King? Make it more apparent who's speaking and what about in the opening, then go off into a tangent. Honestly, I read the lines before your explanation, and I thought it was Morgahn (or some other general) gone insane (the "golden feathers" said to me Morgahn since there's "wings" on his armor).
Which is an interesting thought to go up on, now that I think of it...
shouldnt the lights look a little more dodgy/flickery, and the wallpaper be broken/peeling in places?
i giggled when i saw the gwens cause they looked so freaking creepy but the background just gives me a case of cognitive dissonance..haha
I continually add lighting here and there, and usually push the lighting for all related objects when everything has been incorporated. I'm still adding stuff, so I haven't quite taken the final steps towards the last steps in rendering.
As for the wallpaper, I'm keeping it in pristine condition because I think that's what sort of added to the original scenes bowel-loosening atmosphere. It just seems to go well with the two cleanly dressed girls with dead-expressions. That, and I'm also leaving it untouched for other reasons which I can't say
And I have no idea what C-dissonance is. I tried to wikipedia it, but got bored and stopped reading at the first sentence.
Progress for tonight: fixed Righty's shirt as Kiya mentioned, and also shifted the shadows around her neck as pointed out by Death. The shadows around the neck on both girls are practically the same, but I went ahead and moved them around a bit to indicate more of a posture difference between the two.
Also added some folds into the carpet and the rear window. Got distracted by the new HOM info, so I didn't get to adding the shadows around it.
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As for the wallpaper, I'm keeping it in pristine condition because I think that's what sort of added to the original scenes bowel-loosening atmosphere. It just seems to go well with the two cleanly dressed girls with dead-expressions. That, and I'm also leaving it untouched for other reasons which I can't say
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You should turn it into a .gif with a subliminal flash of something horrific, imo. Maybe the same place on fire with a burning corpse or two, to go with the Gwen theme.
Just saying. Feel free to ignore though, since that looks mighty good on its own.
And I've listen to your comments, which brought me to the following, added with some of my other ideas I'm working on:
Just so you know, the image won't be as crisp as it's currently when I'm done with it, I'm now just trying to get the content on there, after which I'll start tearing them to pieces and adding some overall spooky ambiance.
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@ Charlie ohhh that shadow adjustment really helped! (and im not just saying that cause i suggested it :P) It really makes the one on the left look like she's plotting you're death and it makes the one on the right make her look like she's enjoying herself a little too much. >