My discovery of The New World of Warhammer “minis” has led to a major re-alignment in my brain. I’m discovering a whole world of people who have not domesticated the horse, and do not expect the paint they use to be usable “straight out of the bottle.” This is paint that is intended to be “messed with.” You squeeze it out on the palette. You mix it with this and that. You apply it to the model in multiple, multiple coats until you get the effect you want.
This is very different from what I’ve been used-to.
Furthermore, these new people in a New World have no understanding of plastic model kits as the be-all and end-all of hobbies. In fact, they may have no understanding of it at all. But does this cause them any feelings of confusion? Of course not. It confuses ME– but they are rolling along to glory– old farts need not apply.
About all this really means to me is that it provides me, at last, with some insight into my bizarre ranting on this blog. I really felt that there was a vast silent majority, sailing along behind me, waiting for me, the new Napoleon, to lead them against the forces of darkness and airpainting in the Texas sunshine.
But as I turned around to spur on my troops, I see that my followers consist of one puzzled soccer mom and a few scaly denizens of the internet swamps, waiting for me to slow down so they can have dinner.
As General Pickett is said to have uttered at Gettysburg– “General, I have no division.”
Of course, Pickett’s division was shot to pieces. Mine probably never existed, and what did exist is happily painting anime babes or Warhammer mechs.
My paint reviews can be summed up easily– “How much does this paint resemble Polly Scale?” It is that sorry lament that ultimately determines how a paint fares in my jolly kingdom of my imagination.
Now, I question this. I have seen a “new” paint that resembles the old stuff, but the idea that the world “owes” me a paint I can use is now beginning to blur into something else. If I compare all new paints to one old one, I am saying that my methods are the “ultimate truth” and that’s crazy. I do what I do because I found out that this or that worked. But if something works better, I’ll try that.
The big bad wolf in my imaginary New World is not some Geronimo, it’s Vallejo Model Color. This stuff does not work for me, but it works for a lot of other people and they cannot all be wrong. So what is the answer? Am I nuts, or what?
I’m told over and over again that this paint works just fine. It must be me that’s wrong. If I’m wrong about that, what else do I have fouled up?
I honestly do not know. It’s a genuine question. If I squeeze some Vallejo Model Color out onto a wet palette, and then add stuff to it to make it “flow”– is this legit? Am I using it the “right” way? Does it matter that the paint doesn’t “stick” very well mean anything? Do the brush marks that I clearly see exist or not? Am I hallucinating this entire thing?
I really don’t know. But my friend, Puff the Magic Dragon, thinks I’m overreacting.