Six and a Raider

Today is grey. Painting Six and a Raider from BSG in a grey ship just seemed appropriate. I’m now down to my last canvas and in dire need of better detail brushes. I spent a long time trying to get the cold metallic-y feel and lighting down and contrasting with Six’s cold-yet-hott-(and kinda confusing) demeanor. I’m really happy with how it turned out.

What I’ve learned about the Sixes from BSG is that they use everything to their advantage – they come off as cold towards humans (except maybe Baltar) but they care very very deeply and will do everything in their power to make the world right (as they see it).

Six and Raider

My Process

I like to call my process “painting in my head” – mostly because that’s the easiest and most apt way to put it. Sometimes I sit down and feel a painting out, and sometimes I use things for inspiration, but most of the time, I have the painting already in my head. I spend a while thinking about it (or sometimes a matter of minutes) I visualize the strokes, the sections, and the feel I want the painting to communicate.

I’ve been thinking about this one for several days. I haven’t even painted it yet, it’s just been ruminating and developing in my minds eye. There are sections of color: yellow>green>blue. Time/seasons/change. At the end there’s a fairy, who’s more elf like and ethereal – light and wispy. A sheer white gown wafting. Her wings almost transparent, golden hair flowing. She transcends the seasons, floating through them. There are muted designs swirling around that I can’t fully describe with words that surround this elven-fairy and illuminate her path.

Even as I write, the painting develops and turns into something more, a picture of a journey with a trail left behind.

The hardest part, is transferring the image in my mind to the canvas and hoping it still feels the way I feel it when it’s out for the world to see.

 

Pain in the Shadows

She’s an amicable creature from a hostile country. She’s a dainty fairy and can’t survive on her own, yet full of a strength that few can muster. Her past full of hurt and crimes, she carries the world on her shoulders, but you wouldn’t know unless she showed you her pain hidden in the shadows.

(or Summer Glau on a butterfly’s wing)