A speedpaint

Saw [this post](https://twitter.com/Dusty_Socks08/status/1554547106110926848?s=20&t=DNxGRIv6ve84Nf_s11Ad8Q) and got distracted.

People love joking about scandalous ankles, but like _waistbands_.

Kadir and his horse Potato who has one braincell spend on making weird expressions

Resin sample cast of Lejeune.

Pre-order is happening in June.

12.5cm neck

12mm or 14mm eyes (depends on if you want him to look more half-lidded with big irises or more alert with small irises)

8.75 inch head circumference

TBH I am not sure if it's more inadvisable to print a dragon for a 70cm boy or a Sopwith Camel… the things I would do if I could hang things from the ceiling… lol (on the otherhand, a Sopwith Camel has a 28 foot wingspan and is 18 feet long, so it would still be like 9 feet wide by 6 feet.....)

The Lejeune head sculpt is on sale until June 21st!

Jacket and jodhpurs sewn by me. Scarf knitted by me.

Turtleneck is from sadol and googles from anotherspace. I don't remember what brand the boots are, but I don't recommend them. It's the kind of faux leather that crumbles if you look at them funny after a few years. Wig is Nettie from Vertadoll.

Maybe enough hot pink

Levitation is considered the most basic form of magic.

But for some people, it basically begins and ends at levitation.

They might not be casting fireball, but they make their niche.

Inspired by LED light-up tack

The horse discord I am on has been thinking about this bit from The Horse in War by J. M. Brereton for some time and it has caused me to make art. ((I swapped in Kadir and the horse he had before Potato because 1918 hussar uniforms have thoroughly been relieved of their panache for obvious reasons))

> while writing this book I received a letter from an ex-troop sergeant of the 19th Hussars, describing an incident which might have served as a model for that picture. During a withdrawal under fire in May 1918,
> ... I was riding with the Squadron rearguard when one of the troop horses was badly hit by MG fire. Horse and rider crashed down in front of me. The horse lay on its side and the trooper, unhurt, had rolled clear. Kicking one foot out of the stirrup, I ordered the trooper to mount behind me. Instead, he crawled towards his horse which had raised its head and was looking at him. He reached the horse, gently lifted its head on to his knees, and stayed put. I again ordered him to mount, and drew my pistol, saying I would shoot the animal. He said nothing; just looked up at me, then down to the horse, and continued to stroke its head.
> From the look in the horse's eyes, I think it knew it was the end, and I also think it understood its master was trying to give it what comfort he could. I didn't shoot. Bullets were still smack- ing around and the squadron was almost out of sight. I said something to the effect 'Well, it's your funeral' and trotted on to rejoin my place. The trooper caught up with the squadron later: he had stayed with his horse till it died. By all the laws of averages, he should have stopped one too.

Available in my shop: [https://ko-fi.com/s/4bd2f11416](https://ko-fi.com/s/4bd2f11416)

Digital painting

A cyberpunk setting crossed with the 1820s-1830s