Not many process shots of me sculpting this time, but these are some shots of how I painted this puppet. I am moving away from flat colors and experimenting with brush strokes and color mixing techniques.
My little guy all ready for his big shoot!!!
and this is me...... looking good??
Final image, first place in Laika's creative monthly challenge for March; theme is Unlucky Leprechaun
by: Kristin Musser
And old man observes his wiry hair in the dirty bathroom mirror. He chuckles as he observes the little hairs weaving in and out of each other going any which way they desire. Combing it a little more than usual today, he smiles. Today is Saint Patrick’s Day, and since the old man is Irish to the bone, this is one of his favorite holidays. He always wears this silly Leprechaun costume his wife had crafted for him many years ago. She passed away, but even though he has put on some weight and out grown the costume quite a bit he enjoys the way it feels against his skin, it feels like the first time he tried it on. He recalls seeing his wife’s thrilled expression and her proud grin as she admired the ghastly costume hanging on his once slender figure. He saw how happy she was and didn’t have the heart to express his true feelings about the costume. But year after year, in her memory, he wears that costume on March 17th; from the green now-faded top hat all the way down to those leather shoes with now-tarnished buckles. Fixing himself as best he can, he walks out into the day light to watch the parade and enjoy the smiling faces of the children who are always so excited to see a real Leprechaun. As he walks along the side walk, in his bitter-sweet day dream, he tries his best to have his foggy memory relive those days when his wife would be walking beside him. His reverie is suddenly interrupted as a stranger yanks his fragile bones into an alley. The stranger is a tall, thin man with the thick scent of alcohol hanging on his breath. Bewildered by this sudden event, all the old man can do is stare, frozen in fear. The stranger, slurring, demands a pot of gold. The old man, now laughing, clearly, thinking to himself, this must be a joke. The laughter further agitates the drunken man, and once again he demands that the old man lead him to his gold. He went on to explain that once you catch a Leprechaun the captor becomes extremely lucky and the Leprechaun must then lead them to his gold. The old man panics and begins to lead the drunken man down the alley way playing along in order to buy himself time to plan an escape. As he begins to run, the age in his bones hinders his once agile abilities. Struggling to escape his pursuer, he sees a fence in sight and decides to jump it like he did when he was a mischievous teenager. As soon as his opportunity arose to jump, his wrinkled fingertips barely brushed the cold metal of the chain link fence before he felt a firm hand on his shoulder that swiped him out of the air, slamming him down to the ground. Warm blood pooling beside him, he looks up into the tall man’s crazed eyes and knows what was coming next.
The old man died because someone’s obscure view of obtaining wealth and luck. The word luck in itself is an ambiguous concept, luck is neither tangible or measurable, yet it is something everyone desires. In order to obtain wealth and in order to obtain this imagined concept of luck, this crazed man, over come with greed, killed an innocent man because he did not receive the riches and luck he had demanded. To this old man his costume gave him a sense of nostalgia and helped him to remember his beautiful wife, but to the crazed drunken murderer this costume was a representation of a get rich quick scheme. The drunken man desired luck and wealth, and was so angry when he wasn’t simply handed these things that he was mad enough to chase down an elderly man and kill him in cold blood.
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