#golden eagle
my cdc of this month, trying to paint more on this one.
theme: mongolian eagle hunter.
that was a very good rendering exercice
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House of Memes (gmotd.tumblr.com)
2020-06-04
But seriously, this is nice, especially the free parking.
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and here is the whole batch I had to pull off in less than 10 days phew. Back to life again…
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Catbird!
This Somali cat/golden eagle gryphon was a commission from Twitter. I really enjoyed working on it, and I am liking these watercolor brushes more and more
Trailer for The Eagle Huntress, a documentary about Aishol-pan, a 13 year old Kazakh girl living in Mongolia. Her father is considered one of the best eagle hunters in Mongolia, and after Aishol-pan demonstrates skill at working with his eagle, they decide she should catch an eagle of her own and become an eagle hunter in her own right, even though eagle-hunting is traditionally a men-only activity in Mongolia. It looks beautiful!
Golden Eagle, digital
Harris is one of the best places in Scotland to see golden eagles, and I was on high alert, yelling “EAGLE!” and pointing wildly into the sky several times a day, often at a seagull. M is a very patient person. We saw only soaring buzzards and a helicopter on the spectacular coast road to Tarbert, though the helicopter kept landing on a fishing vessel and carrying a full barrel of something up into the hills, which was very exciting. Initially we thought we’d busted a drugs smuggling ring with a James Bond mountain lair, but we now think it was salmon restocking.
In Tarbert we picked up the binoculars we had each ordered in, plus some brake parts for M’s bike that had got corroded from all the bracing sea air. We refuelled with an enormous burger each near the Harris Gin distillery, and then set off on the road to Scalpay (a bonus extra island). The road swept down across a bog and then up and over the headland above Tarbert. We crossed the tall concrete bridge onto Scalpay and could see Skye’s Cuillin Ridge once again.
Just before the village was a sign declaring HOME BAKING, and in an honesty box were piles of delicious things. The baker herself, cheerful Riona, was just emptying the box for the evening but let us buy some millionaire shortbread. We were cheerfully describing the measly dinner we were about to make ourselves (“couscous again!”) when she went inside to get us some fresh eggs, refusing payment but requesting the pink egg carton back in the morning.
We went on to Eilean Glas Lighthouse, down a gravel track that bounced through the boggy ground. The red-and-white striped top showed over the last hill and then we could see the lighthouse in all its glory, with some old cottages for the keepers at its base and a fantastic rusty foghorn sticking out into the Minch. Just before it was a bothy, and lo and behold the door was unlocked. It was very basic, with just a wooden floor and a picnic bench – no electricity or running water – but it was shelter. We cooked up the eggs as the sky turned pink and the lighthouse began to flash its gentle warning into the darkening sea.
We retraced our steps in the morning and were just rising out of the bog when I saw the eagle – which was actually an eagle this time. It was a white-tailed eagle being mobbed by a tiny speck of a crow. It flew fast and low on its barn door wings, then twisted away so we saw its distinct white bum. It flew miles off but we managed to keep it in our sights and watched it soar over the tops of the Harris hills.
We dragged ourselves back over them in turn, through a brutal headwind and an icy hailstorm, and then cycled along the longest 2km of gravel ever to the North Harris Eagle Observatory. It was hidden deep in the recess of a valley, beside a silvery slip of river. We’d not even got through the door when a golden eagle came shooting over the top of the valley wall and sailed on the thermals in the tawny glow of sundown. We saw it again a little later, dark against a darkening sky, and then it was gone to its eyrie and us to ours.
Read the next Island Hopping blog: To the end of the rainbow
Club’s Character Profile
Name:Club (克拉博)
Date of birth: 13th of May, 2001
Origin: Cave
Advantages: Simple, honest, easy-going, kind and susceptible (??)
Disadvantages: Greedy, always hungry, slow to do things
Catchphrases: “I’m hungry again……” “Wait for me——”
Likes: Gourmet, moving and eating rocks, his nose is very powerful! He can get the very first smell of stone soup in a radius of a hundred miles (not sure if this translation is exact?).
Monster Type: Beaver
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I think I may have gotten the “Monster Type” section from a wiki a while back since I didn’t see this section on an official website with info for the characters.
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I think I’ve arrived at a tentative finish for the golden eagle illustration, 5+ adjustment layers later… I need to look at it with fresh eyes post-sleep, and then send it off. I suspect there are still stray pixels lurking with malicious intent, even if I got a lot of them earlier.
Now with More Depth! And a few detail shots for those curious.
Photoshop CC, 36 x 72″, 91.44 x 182.88 cm.
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*rubs forehead* Is it too late for me to re-learn everything I used to and never learned about adjustment layers? No time like the present!
Getting to the end of the Rendering Saga and no further edits have been requested, so now I’m just satisfying the Eternally Disappointed Entity which is Myself. I will say I like this illustration much better than the last three I did 4+ years ago.
I’ve adjusted the background and midground to have lower contrast than the foreground, but hopefully I’ll arrive at a foolproof method to get the depth of field/atmospheric perspective juuuuuust right.
And I still need to do some color work after all THAT is done. *sob*
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Thought the shrubs and trees would go quicker than the rocks. I was right, but not right enough. Still crawling along. Not looking forward to all the dead tree nonsense, and all the little loose boulders I have to tuck into the landscape still.
Gonna practice self-care and actually get to sleep before 5 am.
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Better… I think.
I have done nothing but draw rocks for the last… 4? 5? Days. Well, I also worked at my day job, but who cares about that.
I have not touched the clouds or the trees/brush, that’s coming up next, so long as I don’t get enraged by rocks again.
Playing with the depth of field on this one will be… interesting.
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I won’t apologize for the eagle spam, but here they are in their in-progress background. See why I was crying about rocks earlier? Yeah, I’m still crying. I need rock-rendering wisdom. In the meantime, I’m doing my best.
Shadows, highlights, and further integration of each object/layer will come after I finish said cursed rocks, trees, shrubs, and clouds, but not bad for the time being.
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