I had an awesome idea the other day. I have a technical description assignment due Saturday at midnight, so I was like: I should throw away my mediocrely organized, but ambitiously scaled project and pick something simple that I can also do awesome art for.
So I called up one of my boys who had some AK (wtf?!) ammunition sitting about and disassembled it to examine its many* parts.
Anyway, that’s that. Also, that’s how large it is. I’m trying like hell to do a cutaway of the tiny hollow point (a 9mm shaft running into the bullet.), but so far my idea sucks:
I’m thinking of doing a more traditional perspective cutaway rather than this isometric view. Hell, I’ve still got 31 hours, who knows what I can do.
And that’s what I for three hours today. I wish they made pink and orange bullets.
*Four.
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This is marginally related: I had a dream last night that you, me, Nick, Jacob and Brian were hanging out at a cabin that belonged to an old craggy mountain man who was apparently your grandfather. We were sitting on the dock shooting guns into the distance, and we decided to shoot down a plane. This guy who was your grandfather said the only way to do it was with this old silver pistol, and he took aim into the sky. He hit something, but it was a satellite instead of a plane. You all yelled at me to start shooting. “But I’m out of bullets!” I said. But you guys meant with my camera, and we all took photos as satellite debris rained down looking like snow.
That’s some strange stuff. But I like it.
Blog, damnit. What are you up to?