Guess my Muse is still pretty caught up on paper crafting. -_- I was so pumped about working on this piece that I got it done in 48 hours, but I’m now paying for it with a massive headache, blurry eyes, and sore shoulders. @_@

I had wanted to do a Princess Tutu paper craft, but I had trouble with composing the piece. I had already bought some shinny gold foil paper for Tutu’s crown, and thinking about what I can do with it, I remembered this artwork from the fifth Sailor Moon artbook, and I thought it would be perfect for Galaxia. In some ways making a paper craft based on existing artwork is easier, as the drawing is already there, but in other ways it’s also harder, because there are angles and details that are hard to replicate in paper form. Still, I think recreating Naoko Takeuchi’s art in paper is pretty fun, and I’m hoping to make another one just not in 48 hours.

I had initially wanted to imitate the background in the original artwork, but unlike 2D art, paper craft is 3D, and with no line art visible the paper figure fades into the background. So I chose to use a black background with some gold art deco inspired borders, which I felt was well suited for Galaxia’s nickname, The Golden Queen.


Gwyn | Sketchbook IV, Page 3 |12” x 16 1/2” | 2013.
I want a pet dragon.


Cutting off hair in ancient Asia (Japan, china, Korea & possibly some other Asian cultures) symbolizes being banished or rejected from their home. In the more modern age that is now, cutting long hair into a short cut means to forget the past, leaving the old and starting anew.

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"The Queen of Rap, slaying with Queen Bey!"

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Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.
Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride (via extraterrestris)

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Macocha Gorge, Czech Republic

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