Wow! I love it! your work is so beautiful
fantastic job, as always, a hug
nice family you have 
⊠great fantastique work!
Thanking you dargelos, PFC666 (all hugs appreciated) and kokoro (a name that I sound like a bird in forest)
Always love seeing you post something.
Thank you Mr Hernandez.
Maternal Moths perambulating their Pupae around a light bulb tree.
Your etc Boozy
always love to see your work for all these years, this one is really clever!
something 30âs german cinema about the buildings too, and love they way you light your pieces.
Thank you Spaceboy,
Mothopolis where Joseph Wilson Swan and Thomas Edison are revered and art deco flourishes.
The lighting was aided by a lightcap created from a color and tonal sketch with a main light for shadows etc. Lighting as always a balance of art vs science for if a green light was casting truthfully the narrative of the scene would appear much too melancholic and way too Halloween for a convivial glow.
I know that your name really isnât Boozie Floozie but the way you add your signature to these pieces somehow brings me back down to earth really quickly. And while itâs good to note the copyright, â and I too struggle with these issues-- I wish within the great graphic that this and your other works are, you could find a way to sustain the illusion with your name too.
Big fan, in any case!
Wow, your latest piece is very magical!
oh i love these little moth in their perambulator wonderful colorscheme, this alone tells a story. yes, magic work is right
Nice piece. Iâve always liked images that have a âhand-finishedâ appearance and I am definitely going to have to look into this: âThe lighting was aided by a lightcap created from a color and tonal sketch with a main light for shadows etc.â
Artbot, thank you. You make an interesting point. . Rest assured that the non digital light reflective versions of my work contain no such vulgar text intrusions
Takai, thank you
Kokoro , thank you , the faint squeaking of perambulator wheels and the soft fluttery of Moth wings has been my companion these past days.
lensman888 - yes that will certainly help the color harmonies of the render
Thanks again for one of those most enjoyable âBoozy floozieâ moments.
Knacki,
happy to know the ripple reached you.
Thank you.
Queen Of Her Castle - albeit one made of sand.
Created and rendered in ZBrush.
Yours etc,
The Flooze
I can picture this image for something like a Radiohead album cover. Generates this mood I think we all can feel sometimes.
So sad.
Maybe youâll find something to cheer her up again?
This is not sadness my friends, this is a âdwamâ.
On a Summer beach in Scotland the sudden onset of inclement weather or an enfolding cold mist may induce in Scotland what we call a âdwamâ. a kind of strange inverted reverie , a poetic ennui , a bilocation to abstracted planes of consciousness , a drifting melancholia , neither happy nor sad , where the light is peculiar. In that sense Radiohead is most apt.
A â'dwamâ is a universal feeling . It could also be experienced as a haunting remembrance of a previous universal unity prior to your present lifeâs vessel of consciousness , a sense of separation from love or home. You hear it in American folk and roots music and all across the world in every culture. In Portugal and Brazil the equivalent is Saudade.
When adulthood reaches dwams and drams may form binding relationships as well as fondness for listening to Patsy Cline, Hank Williams or Roy Orbison records amongst a few.
The picture is a mood piece from my childhood, , a time when Summer holidays were spent exploring the isolated beaches of The Moray Firth, a time when summer beach wear was a heavy sweater knitted by your Grandmother that felt like thistles were weaved in to the wool, a time when children where expected to be âoutâ to return only for food and punishment. A time when you could be surrounded by mists with only a heron for company, a time when children rode bicycles off harbor walls in to the slurry and diesel of the fishing boats return , a time when children freely urinated on each other to alleviate jelly fish stings and by worsening matters, enjoy the camaraderie of ceremonial humiliation amongst friends.
i pretty picture lovely poem: 
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