
Red Welsh dragons say, “Rrrhuuor!”

Also ghosts, fairies and giants. Now also dragons.
This is a first draft of the top frame of the 3rd picture panel. It’s the start of the story. It represents the time before the Planck Epoch, in part, the ‘bonkers universe’ where space fairies originate. There, there is no time, no energy, no light. This is the consciousness field where space fairies exist, according to my accompanying book, which diaries this witch photographer commission.
The frame panel is approximately 16 inches tall, by 3 foot 6 inches wide. See the other diagrams in posts, below for further positional info and the story flow.
It’ll be redone, iterated over and over, refined in zBrush, 3d printed, cold cast in various gold and iron powders. Finally, hand painted. Like old bas relief, woodcarvings around picture frames.
A watching space fairy, on the far left, resides in her bonkers universe. Need to add her antenna, maybe goggles. The spirals around her are ordered, structured consciousness fields. These are developed, above, into clustered thought nodes. Pure ideas and awareness existing without physical form — as befitting a bonkers universe.
Connected via flowing tendrils, to the amorphous shaped space fairies below, their combined consciousness is represented by a mush of heads, universes and thoughts. This is a quantum foam. Each ‘orb’ slightly differentiated with headphones, antenna, wings; universes, galaxies, cells; ideas, and dreams; respectively.
All of this: space fairies, universes and thoughts, move to the right as a progression of damaged, old broken universes where they will transition into the recycling of the Planck Epoch (within the next panel).
Still a long way to go…
m’kay now I have a cunning plan.
The red texts are the main storytelling panels.
The blue is an inner border of time, kinda logarithmic, bursting out into the far future.
Orange is another border pattern representing quantum fields and the main narrative.
(The grey clock numbers won’t be used, they’re just for context.)
This second sketch goes in the waste bin. Thought I could bodge bits together into scenes. I see now, I need to have a visual flow, a golden section balance, if you will. And… A narrative, clockwise: 1pm the Big Bang’s Planck Epoch, 11pm the witch photographer in a spacesuit. Then, space fairies at midnight introduce the consciousness love field to Earth.
Dancing space fairies are good and black holes, but I need to do more with the swirling gas clouds and nebula.
These two wild, crazy, joyful, ecstatic, euphoric, fervid, dancing queen, space fairies are part of the antique picture frame, they’re a section of the bas-relief, like plaster mouldings in gold. Sumptuous gold and Art Nouveau swirl, properly bonkers baroque and flamboyantly fabulous.
Rough ideas for a frame. I’ll 3d resin print, in high detail, cold cast iron, gold, and retouched and painted. The canvas panels are to be overpainted enhancements: transparent overlays, pearlescent inks, iridescent finishes, UV reactive details, and metallic highlights.
I’m switching this site, from printing myself, and posting in a tube to a POD site. I have to reformat everything, so it’s going to take a lot of time.
It’s too limiting and a royal pain. With print on demand, I can have such a huge range of materials and have things framed! And, posted out for me to all corners of the world, directly from the UK, EU, US and AU.
I’m not sure what materials, yet. But here’s a list of possibilities.
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Made a mistake this morning in the darkness. I should have used argan oil on my beard, but it has not yet arrived from eBay. Instead, I used sea buckthorn oil. It’s very yellow. I wondered why people were looking at me this morning on the train. Probably because I missed bits. Eh?
My mam, who art in Heaven, is going to kill me because of the tatts. The pec implants, not so much.
Space fairies, photographed during the Planck Epoch of The Big Bang, by yours truly. Their goggled lenses reflect the birth of everything — quantum foam dancing in amber irises. Their dragonfly wings ripple with multi-dimensional colours. All the while, wielding infernal machinery and casting mathematical, shapely spells, they sing the universe into being.