Mostly Dumb Idea

6"x4" acrylic

This painting is another paint test. A paint test origination from a mostly dumb idea. The Zim's in Salt Lake is having a "we got pwned" sale so, I bought a musician load of paint from them. I bought lots of strange, great, and spacious colours that'd no right-standing artist would usually buy. I think it's going to go until they are closed forever end of Rocktober.

Alpha Legion

acrylic 10"x8"

Alpha Legion is my legion as it is by far my favorite of the traitor legions. My first and only Warhammer army is CSM Alpha Legion. Their doctrines include stealth, trickery, spies, and striking from all sides at once. They employ any means to gain victory.

Moon Girl

Acrylic 6"x4"

This is the closest thing I've done to a Spacekimo in a while. By the look of things I think she's FROM the moon. Like a visitor!

Word Bearers

photoshop

Night Lords

The Night Lords are near my favorite traitor legion. Utilizing speed and terror tactics they strike quickly without mercy. Never been too big of a fan of the bat-winged helmets but they've started to grow on me. I also it interesting they ally themselves with none on the chaos gods. Instead they follow their own interests wreaking havoc across the Imperium.

Mudkip Nub Tub

Emperor's Children

Emperor's Children Noise Marine dedicated to the Chaos god Slaanesh. I really didn't quite capture the concept of what a noise marine is. Just isn't skull shattering loud enough. This painting has been tough. Decided to end it early to start other projects.

Thousand Sons

The ghost armours of Tzeentch. I've never actually seen these models.

Death Guard 2

I wasn't quite satisfied with the other plague marine so I did another one. This one was inspired Silent Hill cockroach miner. Although, there is a mini that looks just like this.

Death Guard

When I first decided to choose the ruinous powers over the guardsman, I considered a Nurgle army. There was a great appeal to force that would lumber forward under massive gunfire and could not be stopped. Plague marines are deathless, still rotting in their armour, shrug off the worst of wounds with ease. All are welcome to join the jovial ranks of Grandfather Nurgle. Perhaps I just wasn't ready for all the conversions.

World Eater

However; if you're going to side with a chaos god. . . pick Khorne. He's brutal god of death, battle, and blood. Unlike the other chaos gods, he has his own code of honour. No stealth, trickery, sorcery, or even firepower compares to the grinding force of the chainaxe. Few things satisfy a chaos enthusist more than a land raider dumping ten berzerkers onto doomed foe. There are so many attacks in the assault that I have to roll an entire box of dice and them some.

Oh, Bolt Thrower lieks these guys too. Almost as much as they liek mudkips.

Let the Galaxy Burn!

I'm not a follower of Black Legion. But I do prefer the undivided pantheon.

Dah Har

I had a lot I wanted to say on this blog post but I'm having trouble remembering any of it. I'm thinking it was just going to be some sort of whining so I won't try to remember.



I went on a bike ride. I kept going even though it was one giant uphill ride.


I eventually wondered where I had gone so I turned around and went home.

Spellatronic II

Painter 9,

This is what happens when you "stay the course". What leads me to this conclusion? When you say to me, "maybe you ought to finish this. You know? Clean it up?" it's too likely I will. Tell me to paint over something, I probably will. I can't believe this painting used to look like this!

My inspiration for this and other painting "theory": Kawa Yoo. Something about the painting under the painting is very intriguing. I'm fascinated with burying a picture with a picture. And then burying that picture with another picture.

Red Jacket

Painter 9, experimental. Uh, I'm not getting any smarter.


I was going to the UVSC library to get rent some of those gnomish-man deeveedees. But when I got there I was surprised to see that the library, once full of book and wideos, was emptied. It was at that moment I knew that it was time to bid farewell to a familiar stomping ground and grow up a little bit more.

Wings

Violet and Velvet

Done in Painter 9. My process dealt with love and care. Done with best intentions and sincerity.

obelisks

I think I'm cool. But really. . .

I ought to create a better context.

F-16 Jetnatomy practice

experimental

not of my intention

The Lakeview Hotel was not my intention. Actually, most of this painting was not my intention. Next time you see Francis Bacon, you can ask him. The painter. . .not the statesman.

Dimensional Collapse

Wilderness

9x13 Acrylic

I don't think I'll get around to finishing this so I'm going to post it. It was an experiment dealing with time. Time. . . time travel(?). . .time leaping(?).

Spellatronic

Sorry to those who inspired this. Maybe when I'm a little older I'll get over my sloppy phase.

Junk

It's good to know that everything is back to normal. I'm a little more misanthropic everyday.

Koni Waves Artbook

inked ukiyo-e

I inked that last one. It's been a while since I've used the quill pen. This means I've got to do more of these.

A landscrape. . . finally.

Peasents? Wizards tower? Nah, just watch for tangentladites.

ukiyo-e copies

I'm not sure whooo~ it is. But, we're calling her Bichiko (mmmbeecheeko). This one however is not a ukiyo-e.



It's true! It's not my ukiyo-e. I just tidied up. Oh, and I believe she's holding a fudebako (pencil box).

Eskimo Deficit

I've acquired quite the Eskimo deficit while working on my senior project. So here's something in the mean time to make it up to you.

If you'd like to see my BFA show it's at the Woodbury Art Museum at the University Mall in Orem, Utah. It's somewhere on the 2nd floor in between the Nordstrom and The Gap. The Museum is open Mon-Fri 11am-7pm and closed Sat & Sun. My exhibit will be up from Feb 22nd - March 11th. If you'd like to come to the opening reception it's Feb 22nd 6pm -8pm. Just in case you'd like to come.

Next semester

* * * Apparently there is just five more paintings until Castle Greyskull. "Hold onto your butts," as it were.