A creation…

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I had given it some thought after a few days and realized that in order for the sword to be solid it would need a structure like the rest Captain T for the clay to hold onto. And thus- the sword has skin!

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This is a shot from the back. I has added more foil to some of the tight spots to fill them out as well as worked on the angle of his fingers, tail, ears, and legs to give him more dynamic angles and the illusion of life.

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This is a good shot of the profile that hints at the final design. The sword is based on Arabic design because I can’t help but think of adventure when I imagine that part of the world.

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This is a fuller profile. T might be able to point his sword a little more forward, but I’m going to have to wait for that after I add some clay and see how he balances.

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His arms are comically short, which I think works for the character’s appeal. But T’s the underdog against whomever he is fighting.

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Life!

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Since the last post’s progress we had *gasp for breath* moved across the country, sold a house, lived on a friend’s living room floor for nearly five months, rented a storage unit, got an apartment, I started a new job, Ian started a new job, and we both put our lives into storage. Only recently have we been unpacking bits and pieces into a small apartment until we find a new house.

And Captain T was one of the things I found! So I got a smaller gauge of armature wire to help support the detailed bits. I added toes, fingers, ears, filled out body structure, and decided that the hand IS holding a sword. I can distribute the weight correctly without him falling forward.

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This is a pretty good angle for details of his fingers. His tail’s angle will change a few times since this picture. Note the outline of the sword in the new wire.

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Another frontal shot of Captain T. I closed his front hand and added more facial detail with tin foil. The shapes are there but hard to see in these photos due to the material and distance.

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Side view. I tried to line up his sword with his vision as much as possible. His ears are at attention.

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This is a shot from the other side. The sword is not firmly placed at this point, so moving him around is actually causing it to swing back and forth a bit in these photos.

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The sword is a little askew in these photos. I smashed it between the pages of some pretty heavy books at my disposal after these photos to flatten it out.

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This photo does a good job of showing the angle of his tail and curve of his spine in relation to his back. A great action line.

 

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Life of Glych #42

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We were living in California before moving out to Colorado in a neighborhood that had a housing association. While I can appreciate the desire to ensure a stake in the property value of each home, the place where we were living was purchased as a HUD house. This stands for “Housing Under Development,” ranging from a “fixer upper,” or “a dump that needed repair,” in some cases. The house Ian bought was closer to “fixer upper,” but still had issues.

One issue being the lawn and yard. The lawn was dead when he bought the house. No sprinklers worked outside the house at all as they had been destroyed by the previous owner upon losing the house. I hand-planted that lawn back and nursed it to life with hose water for months after I moved in. Ian and I planted shrubs and manicured roses. We raised the tree with straps a little at a time. Sprinklers got fixed, drainage issues resolved over weeks of digging a channel in the mud ourselves. Ian was a ninja with the edger and lawn mower. The backyard was maintained.

Months turned into years, and years turned into some pretty scenic mornings with dew on grass, hummingbirds, the cats playing in the yard amongst the lilies of the Nile. None of which mattered to the HOA.

Letters, photos, harassment. We once received a letter about potted plants on the porch when the head of the HOA had potted plants on his porch.

I loath that HOA…

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