Just lately I’ve been working on my mountain (well hillock really) of unpainted lead. I have a habit of buying extra units, or figures, to bulk out a finished army and putting them away for an unspecified time in the future. You know the sort of thing: two more bases will make a unit more flexible etc.
Strange as this may seem this has recently brought about much heartache and mental torment. What follows is a short essay on the psychology of painting and how ones technique develops over time. There’re no pretty pictures and, I have to admit, it’s a weird subject. Read on at your own risk.