fun with sculpy: pre-bake

The whole story starts with this, which I really wanted to buy, because it is awesome and really well-made (I am super picky about toys, which i still love even though I am 22). But anyway, I couldn't justify buying it to myself, so I bought sculpy to make my own "models" (i mean dolls). Still not as awesome as the Monster High ones though, but here is what i have so far in playing with sculpy.

bulbasaur

I like making detailed, textured pictures, I also like Poke'mon. So I am making what I think real-life Poke'mon might look like. This is going to end up as all of the original starter real-life Poke'mon, or just the bulbasaur evolutions if I run out of time.

Deseret Promo 1

During 2009-2010, I was drawing a lot of and thinking a lot about monsters, but subconsciously only drawing a specific kind of monster in a specific place. They don't live in the poetical sense; they exist hour to hour, staring at the red sun as it makes rounds near the horizon or staring at the shadows at their feet. The lucky ones wander in circles or cry for the things they have lost. It is a particular kind of hell that my subconscious has created for them. Also, there are bunnies, bunnies with one long claw that they use to cut up flesh into bite-size bunny pieces.

Monsters

Monsters are not just terrifying mixtures of animals and humans that want to destroy you, they are also intangible struggles, temptations and weaknesses. The monster that chases me is depression. Not just struggling with the sickness itself (which is hard enough) but with my false beliefs associated with it. Namely, my severe disappointment in myself when it causes me to change my plans and activities-mainly I have been struggling with falling asleep at a reasonable time and then sleeping through my classes. I want to pass them, I need to get good grades so I don't get on probation but somehow, I am not doing what I really wish to do. It is my monster. I want to kill it, to drive it away from my life with any means possible. But it is difficult to get anything done when the hours that you can do anything are from 7 pm-4 am. And the more I sleep the more I feel unwell and the more I sleep. It is awful.