Thursday, April 14, 2016

A couple of Kings

A lot of people, especially these days, talk about Photoshop. A lot. And not in so many flattering ways. Too much retouching, too much manipulation. Things like "I am not that bald" ringing in my ears...

Whoops.

Anyway, perhaps that's true about the Photoshop thing. However, it's not the tool but the tool-er, or the direct-or (see what I did there?) that's making those decisions, and frankly I'm not gonna comment more than that here. A hammer is just a hammer; in one set of hands it can build a house. In another, it can tear one down. The publisher can be the tool, too, it would seem.

I am, however, a highly trained professional type person with regards to Photoshop (not really) or can at least fake my way through this project or that project. So given this fact and the other fact that I have a hard time sitting still or leaving my mind to relax for anything other than a few minutes at a time, I did throw a recent pic (technical speak for 'picture' or 'image') into the Photoshop machine and threw a couple tank painting ideas at it.

And hit the go button.


My grandfather (my mom's dad) passed away when I was too young. I was about 14, I think. I remember him telling me stories of being a prison guard and my grandmother yelling at him to stop telling a young boy such things. About how he met Billy The Kid. And wrestled bears for fun. (I made that last one up. Though maybe...). So he was a cool Grandpa and I still miss him.

I also remember being driven around in his Plymouth Fury. Probably late 50's or early 60's, though I'm not too sure since this was before I would look for such things and was probably starting to like girls at this point and was easily distracted.

Apparently, I am still easily distracted.

So one idea was to add a Fury emblem off eBay and go for a retro teal'ish paint scheme. And I dig it.

Then, of course, it got me thinking of another Fury in my life. One of the best Stephen King movies ever and one I remember watching it fondly many times, probably with the gang in Garden Grove. That red 1958 Fury will always be one of the coolest movie cars...



So a couple options. And since I'm probably not getting back to work on it for a few days, it will give me time to process my thoughts further.

And if this build is anything like the actual Christine, she will be all fixed up again by the time I get back.

All by herself.


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