Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Sculpting

Sadly, my attempts at making a sculpture sit on another one (the Ori and the Blind Forest parts) ended kind of badly and it broke in two. But! I did manage to salvage it and reconnect them by soaking the two halves in water and adding some super glue, and connecting them together again. It made me have to repaint the piece, but it's done again.

Aside from that--this morning, I worked on another thing (two things). Since my Dark Souls mushroom people have been getting so much love on Etsy--in the form of Favorites and a sale--I've decided to make some more.

By no means are they done, but I do have to wait a while to let the clay dry a bit so I can sand stuff down and add some much needed texture to them. I hope they turn out good!

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Ori and the Lost Forest Sculpture

After a few hours of sanding, finishing up, and painting, here's what I've got so far. I might touch up on some parts, but it's pretty much done.

 


Sunday, March 15, 2015

Sculpting and Writing

To start off, I just want to say that sculpting is so much fun and I've learned a lot since I started--despite still using cheap clay. I've made quite a lot of game-related sculptures and I'm currently working on one for the newly released game "Ori and the Blind Forest". I had been watching a Hitbox streamer play the game and saw this moment that I thought would be nice to add to my/or someone else' collection.

He's what it looks like so far:

My failed Toad sculpture made it into the photo below.




As for writing, well. I'm working on something right now, mostly a lot of back-story, and then I'll finally get to the actually main story; I currently have around a page and a half, but I do have a good idea of where it's going.

I'll try to edit the blog every once in a while--maybe to just have fun chronicling my stuff.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Poemless

I haven't really written a poem in a few months, and I don't like that I haven't. I haven't done any creative writing at all--even though I've had a lot of ambition to. What I have been doing is sculpting; I'm not that great at it, and my interest in sculpting started around two years ago. In the past few months, I've sculpted and painted a few things--mostly video game or comic-related. I even opened up an Etsy store for the few items that I'm pretty confident in.

So, if you'd like to, you can find (and even buy) what I'm doing now at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/TheGhostGalleon?ref=hdr_shop_menu

Also, if I find the will to write a non-blog post, I'll be sure to upload it.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Until we Meet



Let me force some emotion out,
Let me speak.
I haven’t had the chance
Since our last meet.

I grow weary of this wait,
It’s more than I’ll allow;
Listening or not,
I have to tell you now:

How I feel or how I felt—
Neither do I remember.
It’s but a memory—
An exhausted ember.

I try to force emotion out.
I try to speak.
I still haven’t had the chance—
And will not until we meet.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

I Don't Love You



I didn’t think I would love you the same as I did before,
When we—I first, as if jumping out of an airplane, without a parachute,
Not thinking of the consequences of falling in love with you
Of all people—
And you, gently dipping your toe into water to check
Whether or not you’d freeze in there
If you took a swim.
You don’t make me laugh like you used to;
The conversations we have are nothing like the ones before.
It feels as if something died,
But that’s not to say that what we had was bad—
Not at all;
But, like all things, it must change,
It must adapt,
And it has,
And if I knew this is how it would be…
Well..
I wouldn’t have changed a thing,
Because I don’t love you like I did before,
I love you way more.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Ascent



With loving kiss and long embrace,
With weary smiles upon face,
The time has come and had been too long
But alas we are greeted with our own song.
A song of patience grown tired of waiting,
The feeling of longing in need of satiating.
Alas we ascend
Through seems in time that break apart,
Through thoughts and dreams we would pretend
Would end
Like this.