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Great, she's an awesome painter, and too nice for words.  ::D: ::D:   Says she wishes she could make other people feel better!  It was super cool to post an older piece, though it was certainly not awful, it's worlds away from the awesomeness of bed monster. 

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I did go into detail on my WIP, but I tend to turn on the metallica and just look at the squashes of putty and see what shapes grow out from them.  It's a very random process.  I can totally demo at reapercon if it'll help, especially the painting side of things.  I can bring some sculpey!

 

For the "eye" on the eyebeast, I was trying to go for almost that weird double pupil of the goat, but it ended up a little different.

 

Thanks!!! Y'all are fantastic!!

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I wanted to show this to MrBoot, but all the pictures have vanished! :down: The ones in your WIP are gone too....

 

I was explaining how the painting competition works at Reapercon, and I wanted to show him your incredible piece as an example of one I think will win a Sophie. ^_^

 

Huzzah!

--OneBoot :D

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I wanted to show this to MrBoot, but all the pictures have vanished! :down: The ones in your WIP are gone too....

 

I was explaining how the painting competition works at Reapercon, and I wanted to show him your incredible piece as an example of one I think will win a Sophie. ^_^

 

Huzzah!

--OneBoot :D

 

I'm getting that same thing; no pictures...

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I wanted to show this to MrBoot, but all the pictures have vanished! :down: The ones in your WIP are gone too....

 

I was explaining how the painting competition works at Reapercon, and I wanted to show him your incredible piece as an example of one I think will win a Sophie. ^_^

 

Huzzah!

--OneBoot :D

 

I'm getting that same thing; no pictures...

 

Photobucket seems to be...unwell... today....

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So glad I never had dreams like that... so far as I can remember.  Other weird thoughts, sure, but not a conglomeration of terrors like that.  The fact this kid does makes me worry about him or her and ask why.  Maybe he or she is a future artist, the creativity being expressed in nightmares that make my childhood dreams seem tame. 

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one word: Goya.

 

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Lots of artists have been rumored to have unusual mental or physical illnesses altering their perception of reality.  It probably didn't help that artists of old used significantly more toxic paints than we do today.  There's a debate on whether or not Goya had Meniere's disease or just lead poisoning.  So, let that be a lesson.  Be safe when painting or you might be haunted by nightmares!

 

I remember learning in medical school about the concept of illusion and hallucination.  I realized after they were defined for me, that I understood illusion without a doubt.  Childhood is one of those times when the darkness changes our perception of reality.  I came home after summer camp  one year afraid to sleep because of all the ghost stories they told by the fires at night  Everything is scarier by firelight, when shadows are nearer, and the one that stuck with me was the story of the Hand.  The Hand that would creep up behind you and strangle you until you were dead.   Of course it must be real.  Everything is real in childhood.  I woke in the night, terrified from a dream I can't now remember.  I had to get to my parents room, because I would be safe there.  They would protect me from the monster under the bead and the dreams that kept me from sleep.  I made it to the door, which for a child with only a nightlight is a source of pride.  Now all I had to do was cross the hall and slip into their room and I'd be safe.

 

And there it was.  Waiting for me in the hall, in between my parents room and mine.  The Hand.

 

I can't remember how long it took me to inch past it, afraid to turn my back because it would get me when I wasn't looking.  I couldn't go back to bed.  It would sneak up on me and catch me before I could get there.  But I made it to my parents, and Dad faced down the Hand, revealing it to be a glove he'd dropped in the hall on the way in from work.

 

Illusion.  The distortion of reality or an error of perception. 

 

Admittedly, I've never had a nightmare quite like this sculpted one, though!

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