And here we are! Another year older, another year wiser (more handsome, intelligent, talented etc. etc.) on The Art of Caesura!! Firstly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! It really is a joy to be celebrating the second anniversary of this blog with you fine folks, be you old or new to The Art of Caesura, you're all very welcome!  Now, gather 'round, we've got a veritable smorgasbord of celebrations in store for today: Reflections on the year, the annual Top 6 Minis of the Year Award (yeah, I couldn't narrow it down to 5), And even a surprise mini that I've been secretly working on over the past few weeks specially for today's post...he's just bursting to impart big fat birthday wishes! I want to start by thanking you all again for your continued readership and support! I love checking out the analytics and revelling in the fact that there are people (and likely bots) from over 30 countries checking out my little hobby blog on a weekly basis!  I'm

Tzaangors are bright of colouration and sharp of intellect.  Their beaks clack as they chant blasphemous refrains  in their dark tongues, gimlet eyes glowing  in their aquiline skulls. Games Workshop Hi there, welcome to another Friday on The Art of Caesura! Next week is the big birthday party of the blog, so make sure to come back for the festivities! After a few weeks of The World of Smog: On Her Majesty's Service busts we're shifting gears back to Silver Tower! I managed to get the final group of "rank and file" troops painted, leaving only the heroes (and Gaunt Summoner) remaining! We're getting there! When they first came out, the internet was aflame with commentary about the Tzaangors. Most people agreed that they were beautiful models, but that all the filigree and other details on their armour made them taxing to paint. Man, after painting all six together I hear ya, but it was nothing that the side of a small brush couldn't h

"No, child, I do not mind the door... I AM the door" "Voodoo" - Alan Moore Howdy Doody! Welcome back to The Art of Caesura! Welcome friends to another week of The World of Smog, our last for a little while, and one of the weirder ones...And just to mention, there will be huge celebrations when The Art of Caesura turns 2 in two weeks time! "Even the most stolid visitors to the Shadow Market break out in a cold sweat when they hear the low beating of this reptile's wings above their heads. All activity ceases, and a deadly silence falls over the Market every time the creature pounces on a customer and brings him away in its sharp talons. This is the fate of those who break the Shadow Master's rules. Nobody knows how this chimera, once feared and worshipped by the Mayans, came to join the Shadow Master's menagerie." The World of Smog: On Her Majesty's Service More than any of the other World of Smog minis so far, I went

Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown Made of gold and silk Arabian thread But, I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground And still I push my barrow all the day Still I push my barrow all the day 'Eli the Barrow Boy' - The Decemberists Happy New Year and welcome to 2018 on The Art of Caesura! I hope you've all had a great holiday and are greeting 2018 with new resolve for whatever hobby and life projects lie ahead! We had a bit of snow here in the south west of Ireland so that was quite exciting, but not as dramatic as some of the Canadian winters I grew up with! Anyway, it has been quite a celebratory time of year here on The Art of Caesura. First we had the 100th blog post , then Christmas , New Years and in a couple weeks the 2nd birthday of the blog! So I want to cram in a couple more of the World of Smog busts that I was working on before all this excitement landed.  The man nicknamed the Merchant tirelessly strides along th