There are many delicious looking doll house sized fimo cherry pies out there on the internet, but all of them were a bit too large for the tiny scale of my figures. Here’s an attempt at sculpting one from scratch. Just like mom used to make. Now all we need is a damn fine cup of coffee. The base was shaped with the cap of a marker. Cherries were rolled from a batch of fimo I think I might have had since 1993. Weaving the crust was mostly successful, if a bit uneven.No Comments on The Cherry Pie Will Kill ‘Ya
A before and after still from “Red Rider’s Lament.” A scene in which we see through the eyes of a rabbit taking its last breath. Moments later the sky comes crashing down around the rider. The rabbit is the proverbial albatross that sent the poor mariner on his damned journey to the ends of the earth. In this case the action of murdering an innocent omen of good luck (rabbit or rabbit’s foot) sets the Rider’s world into motion through chaos, specifically the fury of Mother Nature.No Comments on Last Thing the Rabbit Saw
As soon as the first drop of rabbit blood hit the dusty ground the sky screamed. Never had he seen such fury from the sky. Clouds formed not from the moisture in the air but from something sinister in the Earth. Shelter was the first thought. The homestead was a sturdy bastion these many years. It had outlasted floods and droughts, windstorms and dust devils. He ran towards it with the still dripping rabbit in his hand. The wind was no longer a warning. It demanded his body be thrashed backward, away from the house. It took his hat. From the terrible sky came something even more wicked than lightning and strong hail. A funnel from the clouds descended and began to suck away every trace of progress. The windmill pump disintegrated into tinder as the blades careened off the shattered yolk. Narrowly missing his head it disappeared over the horizon. With nothing to do but succumb to the terror he held on the the fence post. Years ago he dug the posts deep and strong. As the house began to lift off the foundation he knew this was the end of what he had built and the beginning of something larger. Perhaps death. Perhaps not.No Comments on Storm Sequence
And now, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Max Wirt!
Max has generously agreed to act as production assistant for Red Rider’s Lament. He is an accomplished director for the stage and musician. See his production of “Ichthyodyssey” this weekend in Chicago! It is genuine and bitter-sweet story of a fish kingdom in peril complete with well developed heroes and dastardly villains. The rock-opera format makes the narrative skip along with a toe tapping pace. More info here: http://roughhousetheater.com/ It is one of the most delightful live performances I have seen in many a while.No Comments on Introducing…
In which the Red Rider laments the destruction of his home and reconnects with his hat, formerly thought lost forever.No Comments on From On High to Down Low
In which the Red Rider shows off his practiced six-shooter prowess. With each half second his finger throbs mimicking his slowing heartbeat. Concentrate and breathe with the pulse, pounding against gently curving steel. With a quick tang of gunpowder and a flash of light a bottle in the distance shatters into glimmering shards. Stars, he thinks. I’m creating the heavens with the gun in my hand.No Comments on Target Practice