Seraphim continues her tireless accumulation of great SL artwork…… she has recently acquired several new works for her collection at Placebo Gallery…… she adores her collection (:
Almost got the eye-pouches looking repulsive enough… seriously, has America ever had a less attractive gang holding it by the throat?….
… the two creatures above look like vampires who can move in the daylight, beside themselves with delight at the feast that is laid before them…
Lots more work to be done on the turkey wattles, slimy sneer, bulbous, pock-marked nose and porcine, slit-eyes, but I feel I’m capturing the creature, and it’s primordial, lizard intellect, fairly accurately (:
*edit* … I forgot: thick, rubbery ear/s and beefy, flaccid jowls (:
Those of you familiar with my painting will know I paint portraits of babes… gorgeous, female people… that’s just what I like painting, beautiful creatures, whom I love looking at while the paintings take shape. For the first time, I am going to paint a truely ugly human being, a creature who is as ugly inside, as he is outside. I am doing this because I feel compelled to do so, to create an image that portrays the slimy creature as he truely is, in all his loathsome glory… the Lizard King, ready to swallow the world with one flick of his forked tongue. I need to exorcise my loathing of this repulsive monster, get it down on canvas. I will not enjoy looking at the beast as I work, but will greatly enjoy portraying it in all it’s ugliness. Here is my process, so far…
The revamp of the roof of Placebo Gallery has turned into a major project, and a very rewarding one, at that… we’ll call it Roofland, from now on…… the latest acquisition for Roofland, is this awesome Mustang… Seri hopes to get it going, one day soon…… in the meantime, it’s a stunning photographic prop, as is the whole build…… Seri and I are loving Roofland (:
So, Seri was on the roof of Placebo Gallery, talking to this guy about the dangerous asshole who is now running the most powerful country in the world… unfortunately for the guy talking to Seri, it’s the country he lives in… and I was trying to get some photo’s, when Seri and I realised that the roof of the gallery was 100% un-photogenic… so we did this to it…… we already had the grass in our inventory, and we’d recently seen the gorgeous old homestead at the store of someone who makes such cool things, so we went back and bought it…… and I whipped up the texture for the dirt, which I’m really pleased with, and presto!, the roof is now stunningly photogenic!
She was born in a village in the shadow of the ruins of an enormous, ancient, mental asylum. Some catastrophic horror had befallen the asylum a hundred years ago, the patients had all escaped, taking the materials to build her village from the ruins of the stricken edifice. She is the product of a long line of feral lunatics. The very air in the village seems to pulse with madness. She is determined not to succumb…… sometimes, when the madness becomes almost tangible, and she can feel it stroking her hair, she sings the magic songs the pixies taught her, when she was a baby, and they used to climb into her room at night; the power of the songs is strong, and it pushes the madness back, for a while…… unfortunately, lately, in the quite times, her left hand has begun sending her secret finger signals… this is not a good sign…… fortunately, when she goes down by the derailed train, and the metallic bulk of it’s gutted freight cars amplifies her signal, she can still clearly communicate with the aliens, who still tell her they will be here, soon, and everything will be fine…
Model: Emanuelle Courtois Location: Junk. Mainstore, Junk