I’m reading a lot of post-apocalyptic scifi right now so I wanted to try a matching wax painting. The birds were a mistake, the birds should be radioactively barbecued by now. Maybe they are bird-shaped government drones looking for survivors…
Get it? Rush? Cos theres bullrushes? Oh fine, my word play is terrible. I’ll just go sit in the corner and try to find inner peace instead then shall I? :p
“No buts! No son of mine is going to be seen with a Lindworm! Ugh, a Dragon without wings in the family? Out of the question!”
My 200th post! Thanks for reading 😀
Only after finishing this painting did I realise that theres nowhere near enough branches on that tree. Its really just a giant stick masquerading as a tree.
I love jet trails, big puffy aeroplane foot prints. And when you see two jet trails that cross you can make a wish (that, I made up but I think you’re allowed to make up superstitions. Or else where would they come from?)
Happy Earth Day! Someone please tell me the proper word for the habitat that is kinda swampy but has loads of beautiful flowers. “Swampy Meadow” can’t be a real thing but I have a horrible feeling the word I’m looking for might be “bog”. Its not bog is it?
I’m trying to learn how to use wax to make a recognisable landscape. I’m also trying to get the hang of writing with the stylus. The key word here is ‘trying’! Since the main feature of the wax seems to be that it goes where it wants to go no matter what you do I’m finding both things pretty difficult. The scene is based on American Alps Ranch, who have a wonderful blog over at americanalps.wordpress.com and to who I apologise for making their lovely ranch look rather wobbly!