Friday, 10 May 2013

Vox-com sounds of the Arkke

When I was asked py PDH to take part in the latest Arkke Retour as eloquently presented on The Tears of Istvaan I began working on my Ecclesiarchy Echo Priest. I imagined him being part of a million strong choir spanning star systems echoing the dying voices of uncountable God Emperor devotees. 

The Echo Priest was to be a beacon of holy, hissing, analogue, mechanical, vox-com sound in a silent and forgotten corner of the vast Imperium - the drifting dark hulk of the Arkke.

Sadly I didnt manage to finish the miniature before the event took place in April. 

Instead, as I really wanted to have at least the idea of the Echo Priest present in the Arkke during the game, I managed to pursuade | D R E A M B I E N T | to compose a fitting soundpiece, which PDH played at a certain moment during the game:

Echo Priest Vox-Com Choir

| D R E A M B I E N T | is electronic sound making by composer Martin Darlan Boris, who among other things collaborates with astronomers in the US and Europe. A collaboration I thought was fitting for a game of Warhammer 40K, set as it was, in a dark corner of the galaxy.

I look forward to share with you the finished Echo Priest...until then please do check out some of the other compositions at | D R E A M B I E N T | :

| D R E A M B I E N T |  


Sunday, 17 March 2013

Remember the future!

Since my 2013 New Years Eve post on rooks and walking I have been away from most hobby stuff. I have had to concentrate mostly on family and my work at the Aarhus School of Architecture. 

But during the short life span of FPOA it has become an important place for me to share not only hobby stuff but also the stuff that inspires me as a hobbyist. I get immensely inspired by reading and recently fell upon a beautiful text on Mexican novellist Carlos Fuentes who, in his La gran novela latinoamericana / The Great Latin American Novel (2011), wrote something worth remembering - the future:

Remembering the future. Imagining the past. This is a way of saying that, now that the past is irreversible and the future uncertain, men and women remain alone with the scenery of today if they want to represent the past and the future. The human past is called Memory. The human future is called Desire. Both come together in the present, where we remember, where we yearn [...] We ought to imagine the past so the future, when it arrives, can also be remembered [...] (Fuentes, 2011)

The future of FPOA is uncertain, but I imagine that some of the past pieces already shown will be finished. 

Until then I would love to direct you to a couple of sites that have also been a great source of inspiration for me during the first months of 2013 (you guys probably know them already, but as the guys behind the sites are such great talents they can easily bear repeating):

Tears of Isstvan

Spiky Rat Pack

Take care!

Monday, 31 December 2012

13 rooks

Christmas time has been hectic for me and most of my days have flown by with work, family and other projects. Sadly only a small amount of FPOA time, which means that I am a bit behind on my Melancholia Project and the Ecclesiarchy Echo Priest.

Today, on the last day of the year, I went walking in a local wood with my family. At some point we came to a gathering of 13 empty rooks nests in some tall trees. A very fitting number, which reminded me of a book I am reading at the moment, Wildwood - A Journey Through Trees by late Roger Deakin. He writes of rooks that they in the gaity of their hearts attempt to sing, but with no great success:

Most of the old bird-books attempt some version of 'rude harmony', 'sweet thunder' or 'musical discord', but I prefer to think of their utterances as conversation, or the roughest of folksong. Rooks speak in the strongest of country burrs. They are rasping, leathery, parched, raucous, hoarse, strangled, deep-throated, brawling, plaintive, never reticent and, like all good yokels, incomprehensible. No doubt you could play a dead rook like a bagpipe, all drone and no melody. (Deakin, 2007)

FPOA is partly inspired by Echospace drone and I like the idea of Deakins rook drone. Related as they are. 

I look forward to share with you in 2013 more of my miniature stuff and what is for me closely related to this; weather, music, landscapes, walks.

Take care and all the best for the coming evening. See you next year.

Wednesday, 28 November 2012

I see not!

The Ecclesiarchy Echo Priest is well underway but some days ago I coincidentally stumbled upon a perfect addition to my Melancholia Project while rumaging through my precious metals.

A blindfolded Cherub from a SoB cape, which fits perfectly into the theme of the Melancholia Project. 

In the Melancholia Project there is now three minis (excluding a servo skull). Paradoxically the only one capable (or allowed) to see "properly" is the blind Astrotelepath who kindly has assisted in blindfolding his servants.

It reminds me somewhat of Calvino's Invisible Cities and the city of Zemrude where ones "gaze will be held on the ground, in the gutters, the manhole covers, the fish scales, wastepaper,"  and further that:

For everyone, sooner or later, the day comes when we bring our gaze down along the drainpipes and we can no longer detach it from the cobblestones. The reverse is not impossible, but it is more rare: and so we continue walking through Zemrude's streets with eyes now digging into the cellars, the foundations, the wells. (Calvino, 1972)

I imagine the Astrotelepath so convinced about himself seeing the right things that his gaze is slowly becoming detached from the divine light of the God Emperor.

Tuesday, 20 November 2012

=][= Ecclesiarchy Echo Priest Part II

I have done some more modelling on the =][= Ecclesiarchy Echo Priest.

Added some more flowing robes in order to really capture the sense of him flying. I am working on a single servo skull which will assist him. 

Next up some final touches before the paintjob; thin wires, more work on the robes and some parchment/seals here and there.

Sunday, 18 November 2012

=][= Ecclesiarchy Echo Priest Part I

In between painting my Melancholia Project - where I am now almost done with the blindfolded servant - I do other stuff.

The current project being an =][= Ecclesiarchy Echo Priest. A concept of my own devising inspired by Migsulas wonderful Mirror Master as well as referencing the title of my blog, which in turn is inspired by a wonderful Echospace track.

I imagine Ecclesiarchy Echo Priests as part of a million strong choir spanning star systems echoing the dying voices of uncountable God Emperor devotees. Where the Astrotelepath of my Melancholia I project is a beacon of sight, an Ecclesiarchy Echo Priest is a beacon of sound!

Hissing, analogue, mechanical, vox-com sound echoing a thousand dying souls each. In the words of Michel Serres (read it while thinking of Migs Mirror Master too):

”We resonate with echoes and rhymes. Robinson [Crusoe] visited a desolate valley, a narrow gorge which threw back the last word of the verse he had uttered aloud: ’my soul’, ’my soul’, ’my soul’, repeated until silence, the multiplying mirror of his cogito." (Michel Serres, 1985)

The only thing touching the ground will be the staff. I will do some Servo Skulls assisting in carrying the priest and staff. Also add some more flowing robes, cables, wires and Purity Seals.

Monday, 5 November 2012

=I= paint

=I= admit it. I havent been painting much for years.

But I have more or less finished one third of my Melancholia I project. The Astrotelepath is as good as done. Next up are the two other parts of the project; servant and base. When all three parts are done I will go over the Astrotelepath again to touch up on seals (highlights), reds and probably some more layers of glazing on the robe/skin.

As he is the main character of the project (maybe!) I wanted him to be very white-ish and pale so that he really stands out from the servant as well as the dark base I am building.

Although almost hunchbacked I like the tall slim shape of the Astrotelepath together with the hunched, almost crawling, one-legged, ball-carrying servant. I also like how both are using a staff/crutch as a reference to C.D. Friedriechs Wanderer above the Sea of Fogs.

Inspired by JRNs post on reads I have added a picture of two of my current reads (Ravenor the Omnibus was at the bed table when I took the shot): Gardens by Robert Pogue Harrison and =I= Sketchbook by Blanche...the latter serves as a perfect backdrop for photo-shoots, the first is just a beautiful take on gardens and the vocation of care.