The skin we live in!

Hi guys, first and foremost!:

HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY!

I've been rather busy of late working on my sis' and a friends Tattoo concepts. I'm always sure to explain that anything I give a person for such a thing is a concept, not because I'm unhappy with my work but because I am not a tattoo artist and it is their job to apply the image to your skin. I'm flattered that someone would feel enough trust in my work and enjoy it enough to want to get a tattoo designed by me (even if I don't know why myself) so I'll just stop talking and show them here:

The Lonely Little Robin

This design is a tribute to my late Nana (Grandmother to those who don't know the lingo) Rose Kelly. Possibly the most wonderful woman to grace the face of the earth. Incredibly generous and only stern when the occassion demanded it. Herself, my Mam and my Aunt (second Mum :P) used to sing a song to myself and my lil' sis when we were young called "The Lonely Little Robin" (I'll provide a link below for you to have a listen), hence the robin. Whilst the stylised Rose around the robins head is obviously reminiscent of her first name. The Nouveau style seemed an obvious choice as it's favoured by my sis and in my eyes compliments the image rather nicely. So there you go. I just hope my sis brings it to a descent tattoo artist so they can make it beautiful....

Song Link:

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Zerg Concept

The second of my tattoo concepts, this one is reminiscent of the Zerg symbol from the Blizzard game series "Starcraft". I was asked to do what I could with it, so I did. I Zergified the symbol. The friend it is for seems rather happy. When I started I wasn't quite sure what to do, but after a chat and a browse through the Starcraft Art books I found that as long as it has teeth, spikes, slime and is creepy it holds up as a Zerg. Who'd o' thunk it!

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That's all for now folks! I hope you enjoy the post and if you're interested in more of my artwork, please take a gander at my facebook page. I'm a big fan of Mural painting and may put some of my previous pieces up here in the future.

https://www.facebook.com/MazeMurals

As for the Witch progress, she's coming along gruesomely and I'll have pictures up soon!

Goodnight! o7

Arm Wrestling Part One

So my finger is healed and I've managed to grab some time to throw up some more progress on my Witch. Trimmed down the large shoulder pad to make way for some flesh-sculpting and cowl weaving later on. Cut the existing left arm to fit at a forward facing angle. Positioned the arm appropriately with a length of wire acting as a skeleton for further sculpting and after rummaging through my bits box have come across some neat little odds and ends to have dangling from her skirt/underbelly/belt that will come later.

Enjoy! It's been a long week, I'm going to bed. -_-

Saggy Sculpting!

Good evening, folks! Tragedy has struck! Whilst slicing, sculpting and splicing my witch together last night I managed to open my finger, so I'll not be sculpting for a couple of days. It aches I tell you! But I have made my sacrifice to the gods of plastic and I will continue with avengeance once the rawness subsides.

Here's a little pic of my boobage sculpt! Suitably gross would you think? I'm quite happy with it myself being quite honest.

As you can see she is well endowed, but we are going for the "Eeeeewwww!" factor and will not be following my managers "She's a witch! Hot and Easy is the way to go" view point....maybe at a later date. ;)

More soon!

Project Morrslieb - New Moon

 So this evening I spent my time enjoying some hobbying with my lady. It's been so long since we've both just sat down together and painted/glued/converted models that I had forgotten how much I enjoyed it! It's a great feeling when your significant other and yourself both enjoy something equally and I whole-heartedly suggest that you go out of your way to share a hobby so you can understand what I'm getting at!
 Currently my girlfriend is working on painting a plastic Imperial Gryphon that I gave to her as a present last Christmas, it has been put away in storage, assembled and undercoated white for quite some time, but a recent surge in hobby enthusiasm (which I like to think I had a small part in) has brought it back out to get a fresh lick of paint. Hopefully I'll be able to show you her progress at some point, if I can pry it away to take some photos that is. /cough

 Enough of my couply woupliness you say! What have I been up to I hear you holler!...well, I have been working on a little project with a friend of mine back home in the cold pot-holey North (County Cavan). This project has been sparked by the surge in activity involving INQ28 and its ilk. I LOVE IT! ALL OF IT! Amazingly converted models bringing the Specialist Game Inquisitor to life in 28mm scale, hence the name, are being produced by a talented group of hobbyists that I have been following on Blogger/DakkaDakka forums and Wordpress. Even John Blanche has had a hand in realising some of his very own concept work.
 These pieces can be viewed on my Blogroll to the right and have been a well of inspiration to me for the last few months. The project in question aims to bring the same variety and depth to Warhammer Fantasy Old World as these gentle sirs bring to the dark corners of the 40k universe through the medium of 28mm.

 I will explain more as the project progresses, but we now find ourselves in the New Moon cycle of what we have dubbed, Project Morrslieb. What follows is the beginnings of a converted piece to be used in such games. Enjoy and watch for Old Night.

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The Price of Devotion Part 2

It was devotion that had now brought Witch Hunter Klaus Richter to this rats nest. It was here he hoped to finally catch and exterminate the pest that for so long had eluded him. The Witch Hunter slowly walked his horse towards the shelter of the inn's stables, but after observing their derelict and ramshackle state, chose a safer option. Once dismounted he unfastened his sword and pistols from the saddle. He then proceeded to prime his pistols, pouring precisely the right amount of powder into each barrel, followed by a metal ball bearing. Fully loaded and primed he placed both pistols into the holsters positioned on his hips, followed by his sword after testing its keenness and edge with a few swipes. There would be no room for carelessness and after many years of experience it was a ritual perfected. Now fully armed, Klaus lead his horse to a post positioned beside the door to the inn in general. Here he fastened the horses reins and after whispering gentle words of comfort into its ear made his way resolutely towards the door of the building.

 He could feel the presence of his enemy, knowing that each step brought him closer and closer to his quarry and thus closer to justice. He drew his pistol as memories of his preys past crimes came to mind. He gripped the stock tighter as he thought of the long restless nights he had spent during the last five years of his life. Nights filled with screams, the endless, unforgiving cries of his foes victims. Howling as their horribly twisted and mutated bodies are burned at the stake, forms writhing in the flames as they cry out the name of the man who brought these terrible mutations upon their poor unfortunate earthly bodies and souls. The name of the man who has haunted Witch Hunter Klaus Richter's every move. Doktor Hans Kerdle. The very thought of that monster's name brought a sickening feeling to his stomach. But this feeling was fought down, for as he came closer to the door a sense of anticipation had taken its place and began to rise within him, giving him strength. Finally, within this derelict rogues haven Doktor Hans Kerdle would meet his end. He would pay for the necessary purification of his victims at the hands of the Witch Finder, for although they had not wished for the abnormalities that had been forced upon their bodies, it was his duty as a Witch Hunter to destroy them. His duty was to purify all traces of corruption and heresy no matter its origin. As it was all devotees of Sigmar, his God and Guardian of the Empire. Such was the price of devotion and as Witch Hunter Klaus Richter pushed open the door and entered its dimly lit, dank and stinking interior he thought of how Doktor Hans Kerdle would pay at the hands of that devotion.

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From the shadows...

What follows is the beginnings of a short story by myself, written for my leaving cert exam donkeys ago! It has however inspired a new project that a friend and I are now working on and that you will surely bear witness too over the next while. I hope you enjoy the read.

The Price of Devotion - Part One

The road to the small town of Langwald was quiet, there had been no travellers along it for many hours and now an undisturbed blanket of mist lay eerily across its surface. It was dark now and many people had taken shelter in the Black Candle Inn so as not to provoke attack from bandits, highwaymen or worse. The inn was situated around three-quarters way between Langwald and its neighbouring town of Enzesburg and like many buildings in the area was fortified in case of attack from the nearby forest. A grim and foreboding area, the inn reflected these aspects perfectly in its exterior structure and decoration. The stone archway had been made from dark rock, taken from the neighbouring mountain range and this served as the entrance into the inn's courtyard. It was shadowed by two immense stone gargoyles carved from the same rock, posed as such that they appeared to be ready to pounce on any unwary victim. The skill with which they had been sculpted was such that their realism had caused many a weary traveller to seek shelter elsewhere. It was for this same reason that the inn was now known as a haven for thieves, murderers, brigands and worse. These characters being the only ones brave, mad or desperate enough to risk a confrontation with the inn's dark and deceptive guardians.


A shadowy figure had now made his way to the entrance of the inn. He wore a long black cloak and a wide brimmed hat of the same colour. His mount was also black and at first glance the man would have appeared as an extension of the horse, while on closer inspection one would have seen that he was wearing brown leather boots. Once a fine pair of aristocratic style footwear, they had now been scuffed and cut by long years of travel and it was this worn quality that was shared by the rest of his apparel.
 Now making his way beneath the arch, the man looked up to observe the two gargoyles on either side of him. Where beforehand shadows had been hiding his face beneath his hat, they were now forced to flee from the light of the torches positioned below the leering sculptures. On previous circumstances this light would have illuminated the faces of lesser men, showing visages of fear and cowardice at the prospect of being ripped apart by the looming centurions. But this man was different; his features were rigid and grim, as stone-like as the statues themselves. His cold eyes reflected the flames of the torches below the gargoyles, almost challenging them to spring to life as he held the hilt of his sword while simultaneously grasping the hammer-shaped medallion hung from a silver chain around his neck. It was this medallion combined with his apparel that marked the man as a feared figure of authority. An infamous angel of justice. A man who has devoted the entirety of his life to the seeking out and destruction of the denizens of darkness. A Witch Hunter...

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Lets have a go! An Introduction...

Welcome to Pencils and Plastics! My name is Jordan Lee aka. Drazuul and I am hear to fill your faceholes will all the goodies!...or at least all of my ramblings and ravings both artistically and non. I have been playing tabletop wargames, drawing and painting on and off for a very long time and it is only now I have descided to collect all of my musings into one nice little virtual place for my own sanity and the potentially crippling critique of others! I hope you enjoy what you see over the coming months and that you leave any suggestions you may have in the comments below!

Just a taster of what's to come! Not affiliated with any tabletop game, but some of my own work that I've been chipping away at for the past little while. (This fellow has been nibbling away at the back of my brain for some time....pesky concepts!)
                                                                 

Have a good evening, folks and beware of the Old Night!

-JL