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As I promised last post, here are better photos of the base assembled, but before paint (except for the paint on the Black Rabbit, obviously).

Next update on this will probably be when it’s all painted, but I might upload some detail shots; it all depends on how quickly it progresses.

Super sculpey (original and firm, mixed) and Apoxie Clay over a wire, mesh, foil, and wood armature.

More soon!

This is kinda low-resolution, which caused the font to look sort of jagged/pixelated (thank my iPad Adobe app for that. Meh), but I like it anyway, so here you go.

Just a quick summer recap: I had a fantastic time at the Laguna Beach Festival of Arts. I met a ton of great people, both guests and fellow exhibitors. It was magical. My summers there have great since my first time exhibiting, but this time was the best so far; it just worked out that my booth was near a lot of really wonderful, friendly people. The seven or so weeks of the show’s run went by far too quickly, but after having a few days to rest and recuperate, I’m feeling inspired!

Sorry for not posting much for the past week or so; I’ve been a slug. :)

I seem to have the very good fortune to have attracted quite a few new followers within the past day, which is pretty cool. So hey! To all my followers both new and old, thanks for your support. :)

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WATERSHIP DOWN INKTOBER 19: THERE ARE NO BARGAINS HERE / WHAT IS, IS WHAT MUST BE (and sketch!)

I actually broke out my new pens and gold calligraphy ink for this one and I’m v. pleased.

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“The Black Rabbit spoke with the voice of water that falls into pools in echoing places in the dark.

” ‘El-ahrairah, why have you come here?’

“ 'I have come for my people,’ whispered El-ahrairah.

"The Black Rabbit smelled as clean as last year’s bones and in the dark El-ahrairah could see his eyes, for they were red with a light that gave no light.

” 'You are a stranger here, El-ahrairah,’ said the Black Rabbit. 'You are alive.’

“ 'My lord,’ replied El-ahrairah, 'I have come to give you my life. My life for my people.’

"The Black Rabbit drew his claws along the floor.

” 'Bargains, bargains, El-ahrairah,’ he said. There is not a day or a night but a doe offers her life for her kittens, or some honest captain of Owsla his life for his Chief Rabbit’s. Sometimes it is taken, sometimes it is not. But there is no bargain, for here what is is what must be.’

-Watership Down

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INKTOBER DAY 7 & 8

Actually did some inks so nobody can accuse me of not going traditional

I couldn’t find a word for word text of the story online, so here’s a cliff notes version if you’re interested:

‘El-ahrairah and Rabscuttle make their way to the home of the Black Rabbit, an environment that is described as freezing cold, dark and silent. When they arrive and are questioned about their purpose, El-ahrairah explains that he has come to give his life for his people. 

The Black Rabbit tries to trick him into eating, but El-ahrairah does not fall for it because he knows that if he should eat there, all of his secrets will be known. But the Black Rabbit is not interested in bargains and insists on playing bobstones. El-ahrairah tries to use the game, saying that if he wins, the Black Rabbit is to accept his life in return for his people’s safety. El-ahrairah loses, but says he can make do with willow herb and clematis. Unwilling to give up, El-ahrairah asks to play again, but this time he will have to give up his ears. He loses and wakes with nothing but wounds where his long ears had been.

Realizing he can never defeat the Black Rabbit, El-ahrairah decides to lie in the hole until his wounded ears become infected with the white blindness which he will try to take back and transmit to King Darzin’s army. The Black Rabbit stops him however, telling him that the white blindness is carried by fleas in rabbits’ ears, fleas which will not remain on the leaves that El-ahrairah is trying to use for ears. 

Then the Black Rabbit tells him that the dark warren is no place for warm hearts and brave spirits and that El-ahrairah has become a nuisance to him. He tells him to go home, for the people have already been saved.’ (X)

The events of this comic are at the end of El-ahrairah’s harrowing time in the deadlands, when he’s lost everything a rabbit can lose and is told to go home.

Now, as you all know, the Black Rabbit of Inlé is fear and everlasting darkness. He is a rabbit, but he is that cold, bad dream from which we can only entreat Lord Frith to save us today and tomorrow. When the snare is set in the gap, the Black Rabbit knows where the peg is driven; and when the weasel dances, the Black Rabbit is not far off. You all know how some rabbits seem just to throw their lives away between two jokes and a theft: but the truth is that their foolishness comes from the Black Rabbit, for it is by his will that they do not smell the dog or see the gun. The Black Rabbit brings sickness, too. Or again, he will come in the night and call a rabbit by name: and then that rabbit must go out to him, even though he may be young and strong to save himself from any other danger. He goes with the Black Rabbit and leaves no trace behind. Some say that the Black Rabbit hates us and wants our destruction. But the truth is–or so they taught me–that he, too, serves Lord Frith and does no more than his appointed task–to bring about what must be.

This is a ghost story.

However, “The Black Rabbit of Inlé” is not as spooky to children as it is to rabbits. The details that stick out to them–the hard warren made of rock, the leaves El-ahrairah must use for ears, the feeling of being blind, the cold, the sadness–they serve to emphasize the desperation and discomfort El-ahrairah must go through for the sake of his people. This means more to children, who are often more afraid of being unhappy than of death. And thus the loyalty of El-ahrairah, who seems more like a trickster than a leader in many of his stories, is highlighted.