Chapter Eight: Help Will Come

I hate the Rakers. I don’t know where the idea for the boars came from, but they are sufficiently nasty. Black, horned, lumpy, red-eyed… I think they are terrifying. Apparently, so does David.

This is one of my favorite scenes in the story (of course, I have several ‘favorites’). We see the Matecai in action, with that vicious rumble/scream and those spectacular elongating horns, tearing through those awful Rakers. Plus, we meet Charlie, who can apparently pack his own punch where the Soulless are concerned. I love Charlie. I hope you do too. He such a conversationalist.

As I mentioned in my last post, Josh and I participated in the Creative Treehouse’s Creative Marathon last weekend. We got there about 7 pm to help set up, and stayed most of the 24 hours. I left about 5:30 am to get some sleep at home since we only live about ten minutes away, but was back in the saddle at about 10 am the same morning. We ended up having something like 70 artists show up, and probably twice that many at the gallery afterwards. We learned a whole lot about hosting something like that; and about how much energy drink and pizza the human body can handle… The response was very positive overall, and we’ll be doing it again.

I ended up really pleased with the piece I was able to do, and approaching something like that with such patience — I had a full 24 hours, after all — ended up greatly benefitting the artwork. I’ll have to keep that mind for future projects… and I fully intend to pull something similar in the privacy of my own studio in the coming months.

I’ll post pics of the painting when I get them, but in the meantime you can watch this on the gallery that culminated at the end of the whole thing. STBD was kind enough to come out and film the event, and the video really looks great… I’m the one rambling about being exhausted and happy that so many people showed up, and Josh is the guy at the mic wearing the preppy suit jacket.