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Tuesday, 6 December 2016
Tales from the Clan of the Cave Artist
Tales from the Clan of the Cave Artist
This morning I awake to a very cold morning at the cave, no, let me clear this up, it is not cold in our cave but very cold outside the cave, I know this because the water filled iron plates that hang on each wall of the cave have begun to groan and stutter awake earlier than normal, in an effort to push the warm water around inside them, our cave stat thermo, which controls their activation of warmth begins it's daily struggle much earlier as She who brings the cold and long nights has dropped the cold levels outside the cave further below than what is normally expected. Normally the great Arga which is housed in the centre of our cave and produces constant heat from underground pipes of gas, is usually enough to stave off the activation of the Stat Thermo, but this morning, the cold outside has made the great Arga's efforts of warmth fade in respect of necessity.
Clan Mother has already finished reading the latest despatches of news on her iPad of Apple, and has scanned through all the latest bargains on the Tree of Gum, and has entered the adjoining cubicle of cleansing, the noise of the shower of warm steamy water seems to be trying to compete with the noise already in motion by the water filled iron plates in the cave. I am amazed that being a female, the Clan Mother always finishes so much quicker than when I enter the cubicle of cleansing. I put this down to the latest Shaman findings that I am almost twice the mass of the Clan Mother and therefore require more water than her to complete the same task, therefor more water is needed by me, and obviously this require longer to cleanse my frame, simple when you work out the answer using Shaman logic.
The Clan Mother dons her warm hides, smiles at me with the same eyes I discovered when first we met, so many seasons ago now, I am still lying on our slumber mat and she wishes me a speedy awakening and takes Lily, one of the sister Samoyed hounds who sleeps at our feet, downstairs and out of the cave to relieve her blad
This morning I awake to a very cold morning at the cave, no, let me clear this up, it is not cold in our cave but very cold outside the cave, I know this because the water filled iron plates that hang on each wall of the cave have begun to groan and stutter awake earlier than normal, in an effort to push the warm water around inside them, our cave stat thermo, which controls their activation of warmth begins it's daily struggle much earlier as She who brings the cold and long nights has dropped the cold levels outside the cave further below than what is normally expected. Normally the great Arga which is housed in the centre of our cave and produces constant heat from underground pipes of gas, is usually enough to stave off the activation of the Stat Thermo, but this morning, the cold outside has made the great Arga's efforts of warmth fade in respect of necessity.
Clan Mother has already finished reading the latest despatches of news on her iPad of Apple, and has scanned through all the latest bargains on the Tree of Gum, and has entered the adjoining cubicle of cleansing, the noise of the shower of warm steamy water seems to be trying to compete with the noise already in motion by the water filled iron plates in the cave. I am amazed that being a female, the Clan Mother always finishes so much quicker than when I enter the cubicle of cleansing. I put this down to the latest Shaman findings that I am almost twice the mass of the Clan Mother and therefore require more water than her to complete the same task, therefor more water is needed by me, and obviously this require longer to cleanse my frame, simple when you work out the answer using Shaman logic.
The Clan Mother dons her warm hides, smiles at me with the same eyes I discovered when first we met, so many seasons ago now, I am still lying on our slumber mat and she wishes me a speedy awakening and takes Lily, one of the sister Samoyed hounds who sleeps at our feet, downstairs and out of the cave to relieve her blad
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Thursday, 18 December 2014
Sketching the Millers
Well,
I've finally finished this mini epic commission of "The Millers" a
beautiful pack of six dogs grouped together in pencil (size A2 on
Bristol Board cartridge) and the icing on the cake is that I managed to
complete this large commission of the
six dogs, in only five days! I initially estimated to the client that I
would need at least 10 days to finish this, I relied on an old trick
used by the Star Trek engineer Scotty, when Kirk asks him how long to
complete a certain engineering task and he always over estimated, so
when he completed his task, Kirk was suitably impressed! Only hope now,
is that the client is also suitably impressed!
The finished artwork, all mounted, back board and protective cellophane, now just a wee wait for the client to view and hopefully collect! fingers crossed!
This is some of the wee time lapse movies I put together of me sketching The Millers. It basically shows me sketching the each dog of the six pack, I will be releasing the rest as time progresses more until there is a complete set. Apologies about the credits at the end of Part I, I need to speak to Mr Spielberg, I did type in all the words but somehow they all reverted to default! I'm better at sketching than movie making! Enjoy.
Sketching The Millers Pt II (ignore the Part I in the opening title, my mistake!)
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