19th December Part II

 Noodled.

I am not sure why. I even paused a long while and groaned before heading into Hobbycraft. But yes. I made christmas cards.

And busted out my paints.

Don't ask me.

I'm just along for the ride.

Have some pictures of my handiwork. Of course they are from scratch. Hand painted. Who do you take me for ??

Before I got funky with "mixed media"


The final product. Felt. And pixie dust. I know. I suck.

It would appear that despite not having touched a paintbrush to paper since school, my painting skills have come on some. Pushed ahead no doubt by a grasp of colour theory, plenty of computer art, and not a little miniature painting and the like.

Also. If you're into that kind of thing. A progression of steps on the third one...


Basic blocking of "colour". Using inverse space. Woo.

 
Trees. Some highlights. Some shadows. Putting off the beak as I'm not confident.


Beak, moon, writing, stars ! Ahhhh. Ooooh.

Some shading, felt and pixie dust, finished product. Eh. S'ok.

Used a white paint pen inside for the writing. Looks the nuts. Didn't take a picture. Messages are personal to be blanged up on a webpage. I really dig inversed colours, white writing on black paper. It's so.... hnnnnnnnggggggg.

Thus ends the ridiculously over effort, over achieving Christmas card run. It was pretty cool actually. 1hr 45 mins for a card ( or set of cards - I did two at the same time, in the same time, sat and thought about the penguin for a while, then did him on his own ). I think you could probably bang out 3... 4 at a push.. at the same time in the same kind of time frame, mainly because some of that time you're waiting for paint to dry.

Also. I touched up the scratch build tower thingers. Still not sure I entirely approve. But eh.


By the way. I will never not find black christmas cards the absolute bestest thing ever. Classy. Funky. Everything else is trash in comparison.

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