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Showing posts with label Horror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Horror. Show all posts

Monday, 6 March 2017

Fire Walk With Me - AoS28

Through the darkness of futures past
The Magician longs to see;
One chants out between two worlds:
Fire walk with me.





This is one of those ones that became more complicated as I worked on it, The basic idea of reworking the chestburster from Alien as a sorceror called forth some demonic monster was relatively easy. The problem came in when I realised I couldn;t construct a sorceror holding a book in a way that looked natural.

And so this chap was born:





My reasoning was that a sorceror capable of creating flesh-welded horrors would have, at some point, found himself running out of hands. How would he solve it? By creating some poor mutated sod whose job it was to carry his tomes of eldritch lore.





The sculpting of the freshly born horror was quite simple:

















A lot of greenstuff and some bits, as you can see. The painting on all of them was the new style I've evolved for this kind of thing; lots of messy wetblending, washes and filters for tints.











Overall, I'm quite happy with this little triptych. Truth be told, the sorceror has turned out to be my least favourite part of it, so I'll probably have a go at creating another one when I have the time.


Saturday, 13 June 2015

Sir Christopher Lee

I'll level with you, I've not done much towards the end of this week. I've actually been quite upset by the loss of the last legend of screen horror and British cinema. 


This man - in his guise as Dracula - was responsible for my lifelong love of cinema due to the late night BBC2 showings of the old Hammer movies when I was a kid. 

I'd've been 11 or so, I think. Lee sweeping down the staircase, his urbanity, the sheer adrenaline of his and Cushing's fight as Van Helsing forces Dracula into the light... It's fair to say that my love affair with film started there. My opinion of him was only confirmed when I saw how much pathos he was able to wring out of the Monster in Frankenstein, even when deprived of his voice and the helpful makeup that Karloff benefitted from. 

He could turn crap into watchable gold via the alchemy of his gravitas, and the Devil Rides Out proves that monsterhood's gain was heroism's loss. I am glad that the last scene I saw him in was Saruman kicking arse in a truly operatic fashion as he deserved a send-off of some magnificence. The film was pants, but once again he was good. He rarely disappointed. 

A life well-lived but I still feel I was robbed as I wanted him to be as immortal as the characters I grew up with. As someone else said, if you have grandchildren - they know who Christopher Lee is. If you have grandparents - they know who Christopher Lee is. That's what being a legend means. 

So this week I dug The Wicker Man, my Hammer box sets and The Man With The Golden Gun out of storage and didn't do much painting. 

I did do a little bit of construction today, though, so here's a sneak peek at the first building for my western games: