Finished Space Octopus

[sabotabby]

At least, I think he's finished. I never know when to call it a day on stuff, but I started to add more texture and it looked like shit so I painted over it and liked my coverup...so anyway.

I think it's done.



(Note that the lens flare on the left is actual light, not the painting. You can probably tell but just in case.)

Some details, 'cause I really like the texture:



I've been surprisingly creatively productive on break, given my intention to do nothing over the break but drink, lie on the couch, and watch Netflix with my cats. I also spent much of the morning working on my character bio for Ehdrigohr, oddly also involving tentacled horrors of the deep, and managing to unsettle me as I was writing him.

This is a friendly cosmic horror.

Now I'm going to cook and shit.

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[karinmollberg.livejournal.com]

http://theboringclub.livejournal.com/184995.html but I must warn you of us, for we are True Bores; meaning most often noone speaks or even moves an eyelash only occasionally you hear a Captain Morgan or Kraken rum tumbler tuble over onto the thick carpet wherefore this makes as much noise as, say, screeching tyres on sand in empty space, and as many members are probably undeads anyway, this doesn't matter but our eyes&doors are almost always wide open even if they look kinda closet-closed but Klaus, our barman we took over from when the_blue_whale club imploded or rather was toppled and fell down an ocean grave; keeps an eye on all&sundry from his position at the bar where he uses the mirrors while pretending to clean glasses and as I say that, I notice, he is wearing his new toupé so he must be going for a politickal career in his free time that I am not sure I will support much longer; whine