Gibraltar (20 mm)
32 mm
20 mm
Maxime Penaud
Jérémie Bonamant Teboul
The lows I stoop to to be able to spend an evening at Allan and Jeremie's! ;)
The trick is to sculpt a little monster while I'm over at their place, while chatting the evening away. Something really mad, just so we can be sure Jeremie will like it so much he'll add it to his line.
It's done in Fimo, using a die as a base (after checking the die could go in the over).
Finest quality polyurethane resin, supplied unpainted. Not suitable for children under 36 months due to small pieces. The photography presents an exemple of the painted miniature.
Humour
I swept up the dice in front of me up in one smooth motion. Nestled in my
palm, it was a splendid thing, all of its sides were perfectly uniform.
Howard Phillips had warned me "Never leave an angle. Never cast the dice."
But he was always one for the melodramatic and I was compelled by something
beyond my capacity to resist. I threw it.
The effect was instantaneous - where the dice's trajectory cut through the
air it drew lines of convergence that should not have existed. It traced
doorways to places that had no right to be: entrances to our world for
things that could not even be described by the insignificant geometry of our
limited dimensions.
One unbidden form coalesced and, fixing me with its malevolent regard, the
creature slowly began to free itself from the grotesque, distorting angles.
To my shame, I did not stand and face my destiny that day. I fled.
I name it the Voreur and it hunts me still. One day, one day soon, it will
seize me and I will die in the impossible geometry of its baleful maw.
