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Animation

The Butcher Block Bar

This is over a year old now. Somehow, I forgot to post it. This was another test using my multiplane camera stand, which now lives in a closet next to my bedroom. After making it, I figured out how to adjust the white balance. This is based on an older diorama, A MELANCHOLY, PART ONE.

I used red thread for the blood. Here are some work in progress shots.

Butcher Block Bar WIP

Butcher Block Bar WIP

Butcher Block Bar WIP

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ART

Keep it like a Secret

The knowledge hungry grackles are at it again. This one is writing with one of Hedwig’s feathers in a tiny, hand-stitched book.
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As an aside, I cut the side of my thumb off while working on this. I made the book with 8 fingers and one thumb. The gauze kept interfering with the fine paper. Trying to sew with that on was challenging and for this reason, I’m especially proud of this one.

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Dioramas

The Binding of the Ghoul

The Ghoul was bound to the Grackles and then released, once he was tethered to their collective will. This shows the end result – complete with a real bird’s nest that Leezle found this summer. The reliquary was found in the dollar isle at Target. What a bargain – I don’t think Target realizes what they have there.

I tried making a bird’s nest out of paper. I made several and they weren’t very good. I studied this one, and I’ve been working with it for a while – it truly is a marvel.

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Dioramas

In the Name of Research

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Dioramas

The Capture of Dr. F

Dr. F was captured by a dead grackle. All birds like shiny things, and dead grackles are no exception (Paper cut-outs in herring tin). More on Dr. F can be found in this previous post.

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ART

Silent as the Grave: A Melancholy, Part Two

Following up with our grackle who traded his arm for some rum at the Butcher Block Bar, we find him visiting the grave of said arm. This diorama features the smallest skull I’ve ever made. Our grackle is wondering why he wasn’t allowed to keep the bones – it would be a lot simpler than having to visit the grave of his arm. You know?