Just a ditty to keep contact with this blog while there isn't much to talk about. Yeees, the art started its life in Bing, but I promptly cut it up, rearranged it, repainted it, did a lot of things to it. And yes, I would have painted from scratch, if I had the whole day to spend on this (I don't). And yes, I would have rendered it in CG, if I had a spare hundred bucks to spend on the props (I don't). So we'll embrace the concept of compromise: AI + digital painting. In this instance, AI is saving me a lot of time and money, and it is being used as a tool, with reason. Argh.
Life has been interesting in the last month. I had intended to invest a tonne of time in art and writing ... nope. Not going to happen. I have done a whale of a lot of editing, yes. (I'm working with the well-known Sherlock Holmes novelist, Mike Adamson). And my romance with my new camera continues unabated. I've entered the wonderful world of Canon EOS technology, and it's amazing. Loving it. I've actually written (yes, written. Don't faint) an invitation guest post for the ANALOG blog (because Firegrounds is in the latest issue, which is out about now). But aside from this, Real Life has been biting so hard, so deep, that any creative juices that might have been flowing in June were quite literally turned off at the taps. Okay ... let's start yet again, right? Right. Never say die, and all that.
So, let's see if I can't get the reins back between my hands -- and possibly the bit between my teeth, while we're dabbling in metaphors.
And now the aforesaid ditty --
With Apologies to J.R.R. ...
And all the sweaters that don't fit --
All the scarves that fall in mud --
Are made right here, although I could
Be off and roaming 'round the Shire!
But I'm afraid that something dire
Will happen if I leave this hill,
So here I am, and I'll be still:
Comfy by my hearth I'll sit...
And dream adventures. While I knit.
