I haven't painted anything for a couple weeks. That is to say, I have, but with terrible result. I've been drawing steadily, but as of yet none of these things have seen color. The story portion of this thing is still nebulous, but it's taking shape in vague and hopeful ways. The main thing is that my hands keep moving, so as to keep my mind from it's own more dismal ruminating.
The first in a series of simpler scenes, involving animals making various arrangements.
Another of those. I have no idea what that animal in the middle is supposed to be. Adding pen to the thing did nothing to make it any clearer.
Something more dramatic. I feel that writing the dialog for the fox is going to be the most fun I have in this project.
A calm scene in which there will be much in the way of machiavellian scheming. I can't wait to paint this one, and I hope I don't fuck it up, as I have done others.
A scene to follow the stabbing of the walrus, this procession will in turn be followed by a viking funeral rite.
All in all I'm pleased with the way it's taking shape. A few setbacks and the overarching hand of the melancholic ghost have kept progress slow. I mentioned happiness in my last post here I think, but I may have spoken too soon. This kind of happiness can be torturous.