This is the story of a commissioned piece.
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This is the story of a commissioned piece.
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I don’t like the term “genius” because it appears to be vaguely-defined and it’s often tied to that most horrible mishmash of bad thinking known as IQ.
Someone swapped the models in Arkham Asylum so that Batman and Catwoman were inverted.
These are a prank but, if they were made in black and had a holster for a small automatic, you could sell them as “tactical.”
I call this “frost fog” but that’s probably not the right name for it. It’s frost that melts off early as the sun rises, and becomes a cold, dense, low-lying fog.
A bunch of years ago I got to know Jonathan M., who runs a custom Japanese calligraphy production; he mounts the artworks and his wife, Shihan Yoshimi M., does the brush-work.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve become more fond of using sensible leverage and supporting systems, instead of just lifting things into place and holding them with brute force as I fumbled for fasteners.
After we’ve collapsed our civilization and made huge swaths of the planet uninhabitable, it’s just going to open up new opportunities for others. They won’t be others that are interesting, in the sense that we are (in the sense that we mine oil and burn it and fly through the air and argue about going to Mars) but life’s going to be hard to completely eradicate.
Not that we aren’t trying.
I haven’t said much about the doors because the project has been lingering on the edge of done for days.
A friend of mine wants to make a Naruto-style ‘kunai’ knife out of damascus. Sounds like a fun project!