Over the last few months I have been gaining my sea legs, painting with one eye tied behind my patch. Rather than learn a new skill from scratch, I figured it would be better to wait till workman’s comp put things right. Unfortunately, no one in the business of helping me as any incentive to actually help me. This is the modern medical practice, has been since medical care was divorced from the Catholic Church, when it was ripped from the hands of people who care for others out of a duty to God and their fellow man. Be that as it may, knowing how the universe works, is it sure bet that once I relearn how to paint, they’ll find a way to fix my eye, and I’ll have to learn the paint from scratch a second time.
Starting out with larger terrain pieces is a great way to relearn the skills. Big, broad canvases are very forgiving, and allow for frequent touch-ups without disturbing the fine textures of 15mm miniatures.
It’s a simple life, but it’s clean and peaceful.
At least until the drums begin to beat, and this green and pleasant farm becomes a strong point securing the flanks of some dreadful army.
This is my first big terrain build in some time, and it’s coming together nicely. It helps that the basic work of drop-cloth, hills, streams, and other natural features are done already. This has given me the luxury of focussing on the look of the farm, and making sure everything ties together.
And of course, a farm can as easily rest near the center of a small village, which crates it’s own interesting tactical challenges.
The place still needs a bit of detailing – a scarecrow, some lumber piles, and the like – but this is gameable and pleasant. And no table is ever truly complete. There are always a few more things you can add to it. That is rather the point of having a collection. The doing, not the having.