Imagine, if you will, 2014 knocking on the door. Having considered it through the peephole, I've yanked the door open, snatched 2014 by its throat, swung it around and up against the wall, thrust a pistol into its throat, and demanded the nature of its business.
You might say that I got the jump on 2014 - I've painted something.
I thought I'd open 2014 with what is probably now my longest running project - if one includes the procurement of the necessary figures: The Terror of the Lichemaster.
So, in a quiet moment, unnoticed by well wishing family and sugar powered toddlers, I was able to paint four more of them.
The painting quality isn't brilliant. Parenthood has taught me to lower my standards and the nature of my job has taught me that 'good enough to go' is better than 'perfect, but not now'.
I present to you the four eldest in the Bogel family:
|John-boy, Corabell, Lorabeth and Hunk|
As I started working on the family, the same thing kept going through my mind:
Rednecks. Stereotypical, american-movie-style-rednecks. The ones that are most often visited by UFO's and are generally suspicious of marriage outside of their families.
Having now perceived them in this new light, I have found the scenario much, much more interesting - a lonely southern farmstead attacked by zombies, with the blood soaked survivors running back to town to explain to the disbelieving sheriff about the zombies that attacked them...
The curiously named Hunk is anything but. I've not expressly taken a picture of his face, but if you do ever get to look at him closely, he is a astonishingly Hitler-like.
If my redneck zombie horror interpretation of this scenario plays out correctly, I imagine he'll be one of the last survivors - there to confound any chance the rest have of ever getting to town alive...
|The Terror of the Lichemaster figures progressed to date|
Only 364 days to go.