Monday, 30 November 2009
XVth Century Knight
Ma.K Fireball
Friday, 27 November 2009
Anakins Podracer
The Gallantry
More Flying Things
Although I mostly enjoy making renders of spacecraft, I'd like to branch out a little and try my hand at some more earthly vehicles. Thing is, I don't really have any concerns making space battles, as ofcourse, its not real, but contemplating doing the same with historical scenarios feels a little different and I want more than anything to be respectful and neither gratuitous or sensationalizing real peoples sacrifices. But as I figure out the best approach, here's a 1:48 Airfix Messerschmitt Bf109F I've been working on. I've never painted camo before and it was fun to try out.
Klaw
2009 marks the Sesquicentennial of the publication of Darwins On the Origin of the Species, and the bicentenary of his birth. Therefore, it's always good to find some dinosaur kits to indulge in.
This is the Revell Pteranodon, which as you may know is a reissue from the old Aurora era kits. They were all given pet names and this one is known as "Klaw". I'm a bit so/so with designing eyes and flesh tones but never the less, giving it a go.
This is the Revell Pteranodon, which as you may know is a reissue from the old Aurora era kits. They were all given pet names and this one is known as "Klaw". I'm a bit so/so with designing eyes and flesh tones but never the less, giving it a go.
Sunday, 22 November 2009
Brushes
I don't particularly dabble with digital brushes, but my nearest told me to "Step into the 21st century" so I had a play around with a couple made by other artists and thought I would share these little ditties. You can obtain the brushes by clicking on the link below the last picture:- http://myphotoshopbrushes.com/
Thursday, 12 November 2009
The Pale Blue Dot
From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us its different.
Consider again that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.
- Carl Sagan
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Monday, 9 November 2009
Sick Machine
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