Here at the end, it's almost anti-climatic. As I write I'm waiting for the nail polish on the eyes to dry. (Photos were taken later.) It's taking more than one coat, although the first coat did most of what I was hoping for. Did I read tutorials? Yes (see the Thank You list below). Am I following them? Barely. I'm like Leonardo daVinci: read up on something and then forget everything and just do it. In this last sprint -- details, the homestretch --, I'm reverting to my tackmaking experience of 39 years, and using liquids instead of powders. Outside of my test piece, a medallion started in January, and Rinker the Appy Etch (completed in 2015 - he took 2 1/4 years), Brasenose is the first 3D model horse I've finished since about 1983. He was begun the 10th, finished the 20th. Hard to believe: eleven days, 11 layers! This record speaks of a lot of pent-up-ness.
|Layer 11: Finished|
First and foremost, Jennifer Buxton, for birthing the idea of NaMoPaiMo and patiently listening to me when I said I'd never. May she ever feel proud of what she's created.
Margarita Malova, who sculpted and cast this lovely resin. To get the conformation as good as this speaks of many long hours and of other sculptures. How is it the Russians have such a thriving hobby scene? I'm jealous.
Olivia Miseroy, who posted the tutorial that I followed the most: Painting a Chestnut
Bobbie Allen and Lisa Smalley, who encouraged me with emails at the times it mattered most.
Sarah Rose, who sculpted Jypsi and then gave me one: my precious test medallion.
Uncle Eli's, the art shop in State College which sold me some Jack Richeson pastel sticks, Pearl Ex and brushes.
George Young, my husband, who helped me clear out the storage barn (amoung many other things).
Last but not least, the Russian Post Office deserves mentioning. For not much moola they shipped a horse halfway around the globe and let me track him. Following his progress through some of the ground so familiar to my war-gaming George was a great pleasure for both of us, and a lesson in how other countries ship stuff. I wish my own P. O. could be that good.
This is a rare glimpse of how I carried him. There was a lot of carrying, as the barn was across the driveway and around the end of the house. That was one aspect that surprised me: learning to smuggle him under my poncho, in plastic wrap, through all kinds of weather!
|Layer 9 with wrap|
Delightfully, the rump patches that had troubled me earlier were consumed in the ever-darkening layers.
Here's a look at the last pastel layer.
|Layer 10 Near|
|Layer 10 Off|
|Layer 11 Near Forequarter|
|Layer 11 Near Outside Rail|
I'll finish with a private glimpse of what my horses' lives are like. You didn't think it wouldn't happen! Completed hip drops from the restoration of TSII #378.