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Too Many Irons in the Fire. . .

 

The third batch of 16 musketeers is well underway.

Too much 'real life' on my plate lately as the relatively free months of summer wind down, but I've still managed to find some time here and there for painting.  

Playing with the order in which I do things this time to avoid later mistakes with the brush as I try to maneuver it into tight spots.  So, for example, I've decided to paint the dark brown undercoat for the figures' hair as well as the dark red undercoat for the neck stocks and coat collars BEFORE applying the fleshtone to faces and hands this time around.  

Those two steps will come this evening.  Right now, the painting approach has been sort of backwards.  Usually, I prefer to paint the flesh areas sooner.  But you get to know the road, so to speak, when painting many of a certain figure pose. So, it made sense to modify the usual approach after completing the first 32 or so of these wonderfully detailed castings.  

As with so much else in life, a degree of flexibility is called for in the painting chair.  "Superflex" as we remind The Young Master when unexpected complications arise.

Now, if the stupid online photo editing app would simply cooperate, I will be able to crop and brighten slightly later photo updates. For some reason Pixlr X has decided not to work with yours truly the last few days.  Grrrr.  It is maddening.

Ok, time to suit up for some lawn mowing, weeding, and other assorted outdoor tasks since the weather is so delightfully cool and sunny today.  Happy late summer!

-- Stokes

Comments

Matt said…
Looking grand!
Carnoe said…
Happiness is the sight of ranks of miniature soldiers acquiring their colourful paint.

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