Happy Christmas

From the Holiday Spider.

 And a very frozen Gargoyle.

The Winter Tree

I prefer to spend the week up to Christmas running around babbling about sugared elves and stuffing obese men up chimneys, all creativity taking a back seat in the buying season madness.
But this weekend I needed to paint. Collect my thoughts and emotions and others swirling around my brain and pin them down onto canvas.

So I created The Winter Tree:

It was an excuse to combine two things I enjoy painting, space and trees and then give it a winters edge so I'd have something to fit over the mantle when the skulls and ravens have to come down.

Which means this bad boy isn't for sale but you're in luck. I did decide to make prints.

 For a super fancy print there's either Fine Art.

Or, for something cheaper, Zazzle can do up some posters.

But wait, there's more. I did also paint a painting that can be sold. Paint! 

This is just a good old Blue Box zipping through the vastness of space. I've got it up in my Etsy store.

So that should be about...oh wait, one more thing.

Before you go, you should really tell the Elf on the Shelf if you've been a good little Hobbit or not.

Adipose on Tardis Sled

Hey! Hey! Hey! Didja look at the calendar? It's over. November is dead! Long live December!

I'm still a bit twitchy thesquarerootof906.01is, but I have over 95,000 words all on vaguely the same subject being orphaned at the moment.

The last two years I'd be limping to the end of my manuscript the final week in December but I already know I'm looking at another month before I finish this bad boy and then can properly ignore it. But because two months of intense writing will drive me hamster, I've taken a little creativity redirection break and over the weekend I created this guy.

He started simply enough, with me carving out chunks of clay and baking it, then repeating the same until I got a sled. How I form the adipose is a secret that I shall take to my grave *cough*lizardpeople.

Turning the sled into the Tardis was the harder part. It involved lots of teeny tiny painting and then waiting, then more painting, some cursing, a bit of drinking and then painting.

So this little guy is up for sale in my store for $30. Not bad for 4-5 hours of work.

And I only got some super glue on my fingers. That's a major triumph all on its own.