Trade Secrets Part 12
Yeah!
Feels like forever since my last post.
I had a lot of fun with this looking up art deco pieces. I ended up spending WAY too much time down that rabbit hole. But it was a nice visit. With way too many pretty pictures.
I couldn't quite help myself when I kept seeing the black and gold Anubis and Bast statues, and the sleek, pointy eared touch - I can see our favorite chiroptophobic pulling some of his inspiration from mythological guardians that his mother loved. That I was pulling from statues of the goddess of cats and a god who helps judge and weigh souls of the dead... might be going somewhere with that.
Last note before post starts - I am up to part 10 of reposting Trade Secrets on AO3. Feel free to read it there too. I actually love seeing the messages, comments, little red hearts and reblogs. It makes my day.
Part 12
"How did they bring the whole corner of a building in here?"
"It's the architect's model, I think." Bruce answered, but he shook his head and smiled, looking at the focal point of the exhibit.
The smile, not a shy, quiet curve of lips or an amused smirk but a real Bruce smile.
It was an expression I had missed, even through lunch today.
"How -", I stumbled over my words, not sure how to ask what I wanted to. "How have you been?"
"Better." Bruce carefully thought through every word. "I can sleep now. Sometimes. I couldn't really, not right after. Unless it was for a whole day. Alfred called Leslie after -," He gulped, a little pale and embarrassed, so I knew that it had to have been bad. "I had a really rough nightmare. I actually thought I had been shot, and my chest hurt and I couldn't breathe, even after I woke up screaming. That's when Alfred called Leslie. She recommended a doctor to talk to. And it's been helping. Like I said, I can sleep now. But, it doesn't make it hurt less or make me miss them less."
We walked a few steps further, to a green stained glass window, made up of cascading fans. "Even this is hard. Because Mom would have loved this. Her favorite building in Gotham was always city hall. She loved the way the windows at the top of the building looked at night. Like glowing feathers in the dark. And how it had sleek edged modern gargoyles guarding the roof. I wish she could be here."
"Can I give you a hug?"
"Yeah."
I gave him a quick hug and we walked around a corner.
"Let's talk about something else." Bruce told me, a slight pleading note in his voice.
"Okay," I said.
"Is your father still teaching you to play chess?"
"Yes." The eye roll that went with that statement was pure instinct. My father was amazing at chess. He regularly played with Alfred and - well, he had played with Bruce's father as well. And with how good Bruce was, asking Dad to help me play better made sense.
"I lost, with only two pieces on the board in our last game."
We talked about my failure to get better with chess until we practically bumped into Selina, staring down, with open hands pressed to the glass of the display case that had lengths of black velvet. Sections of molding, glazed tiles, and pressed metal shapes glittered up like stars from the case. But Selina's gaze was firmly fixed on a jewellike piece of carved glass tile that was shaped like a ruby sunburst.
"See something you like?" I teased Selina.
Selina smiled back, unashamed. "Of course. It's so pretty." She shrugged. "What? I like pretty things. Isn't that the point of an art museum?"
I laughed. "I think you aren't the only one," I told them, pointing to where Harvey stood in front of another display.
We made our way over to where Harvey turned to the right and then left at what looked at first like a mirrored wall behind two theater masks. But the mirrored wall was actually made up of panels of a gray metal that looked light or dark, depending on how the light hit it.
"That is going to look really cool when they put it up." I told Harvey, reading the plaque. "This is a prototype for the Greater Gotham - Metropolis Bridge Theater's new mural.
"We'll have to go sometime." Bruce said, before suddenly turning to fix his gaze on me.
"What was your favorite?"
I pointed to a sliding glass door, made up of amber gold and red chevrons in a pattern that felt like a glass version of a stage curtain.
"So, what was your favorite piece, Bruce?" Harvey asked.
I wasn't surprised when Bruce went to a set of roof decorations, sleek and smooth, based on figures from Egyptian mythology.
Just like the gargoyles on top of Gotham's city hall.
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Zoro 🐯 Process:
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One of the first attempts at sculpting the boy; the head was later altered quite a bit and the legs entirely scrapped, and the torso bulked up shaking my shoulders feverishly: we need to properly represent his 110 cm bust and what we have isn't cutting it. Scabbards were made (which survived till the end!) and the original clay swords were made by this point.
New torso and legs give (hallelujah), as well as the loops and holes for the ears (such finicky small work, fuck me) were made. Holes were first made with straight wire and dried before the hoops were gently (and with swearing) inserted through.
Clothes added, also with swearing as the clay dried and stiffened faster then I wanted to and made it hard to get nice folds. Scarf was re-made and smoothed later.
Scabbards added! Immediately drops it and breaks a piece of it off. I've glued multiple bits of the scabbards back on the flimsy bastards. He remained armless for a good while. A Venus on the shelf by my desk...
Because the clay sword (after a good hour of tender focused work) would IMMEDIATELY would break upon the lightest touch, annoying me to no end, one evening was like God I wish I had actual metal to use instead wouldn't that be cool, and then was like OH! I COULD DO THAT! So the metal is actually cut from the tin of a cat food can, straightened and sanded., as seen in photo!
The blades hilted, before placed in capable hands
ARMS! and the sculpting is finished. Onto painting!
First layers of paint on various parts; I generally paint via colours I'm using at the moment (ie, greens in this instance)
More layers laid down. I generally go for shading in rules of three (main colour, lighter, and darker hues) and apply them at different opacity of acrylic. Adjusted the green since I found it too pungent. Once the fur tones were finished I gave him his stripes (cue me searching up loads of photos of tigers and tiger fursonas to see how people have done the stripes. Did you know depending on the area they are from they have different face shapes and stripe patterns? Fascinating stuff)
Finished project! Last layers, and highlights where added, adjusted the eye and fuck-ups re-adjusted. Dropped and had to reglue things. The gold is actual gold leaf I applied using a glue you paint on but that was a bit of a whole mess and took a long time, and doesn't go on very flat on very not-flat surfaces... (Who would have thought...) In the future may instead use gold paints for metallics.
Here's also the link to the post of more photos of him finished!
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I’m reminded of that post about how goths and people who wear only lots of pink are actually the same because “wearing only one color” is a specific choice in opposition to just looking Normal
I’m flying to a friend’s wedding today, and I recently acquired from my neighborhood free page a very pretty vintage suitcase in like a brocade upholstery texture in all of my good colors, so of course I needed a coordinated airport outfit à la Midge Maisel. You guys don’t know me, but I usually dress very put together, in what my sister calls Outfits, with a capital O to distinguish it from just wearing clothes. And since getting a full time job I’ve been slowly adding to my collection of vintage and 50’s-vibes clothes, because I just really like that aesthetic (my bridesmaid dress for the wedding is a vintage tea dress I got from Etsy. The fabric is in great condition but I had to reinforce pretty much every seam with my sewing machine, because the structural integrity of the original thread was breaking down, so that was an interesting learning experience).
All of which is to say that I Dressed Up for the airport in a vintage-y outfit that coordinates perfectly with some of the colors of my suitcase, and my hair is curled, and I have a vintage leather purse that my grandma gave me that matches her watch that I’m wearing and the shoes she bought me last summer at the same vintage store that my skirt came from, and a teenage-ish girl with whatever you call the 2023 teenage equivalent of emo/punk vibes, like the dark maroon mullet and not a lot of makeup and dark comfy clothes but like, very on purpose, told me I look cool when I walked past on the way to security
And like, she Gets It! We have different fashion goals but I think we put a similar degree of intention into the way we look compared to just wearing regular clothes. Which is cool! It’s validating. Not that I really need validation, but it’s always nice to get compliments, of course. And the way I dress is really not terribly distinctive most of the time, other than being Outfits and a little dressier than maybe the norm is, like I think most people who see me one time in passing would see that I look Nice but not necessarily see it as a cultivated Look. But punk mullet girl gets it.
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