Narnia in my bedroom

Narnia_mural
So, my parents were pretty cool to me back when I was a high-schooler. Granted, I’d been scribbling pencil and crayon on the walls since I was tiny, so maybe their ‘permission’ was more like surrender.

Either way, when I was 15 I started painting lions, dragons and swashbuckling scenes on my bedroom walls. When I moved out my little bro inherited the room, and now that he’s finally moved his butt to university there’s a big blank patch on the walls where a desk used to live.
I’m ‘between seasons’ on Mythbusters, so I went back to the old homestead and figured I’d do something to fix the patch. Here are the work-in-progress shots (sorry for crappy camera). Click to enlarge.

The Patch

The Patch

It's grander with capitals

Hand’s a bit iffy, but the face is OK

Snow!

Snow!

If you haven’t guessed what I’m doing by now, you didn’t read the title and also you have lived a deprived uncultured existence and must go read ALL of Narnia right now. Go on, I’ll wait.
(Also if you have to watch things instead of read, don’t get those dull movies. Go watch the original BBC series with all the cool puppets.)

Lucy has skin. My window has Spiderman.

Lucy has skin. My window has Spiderman.

Base colours. Check out my high-tech lighting.

Base colours. Check out my high-tech lighting.


I love Lucy.

I love Lucy.

Viola!

Viola!

Lamp post detail

Lamp post detail

Mr Tumnus detail

Mr Tumnus detail

In all the process took about 4 and a half days. It would’ve been quicker if there wasn’t so much Tattoo Nightmares to watch with mum.

I took some photos of the older murals while I was at it:

Ahoy

Ahoy

Safari

Safari

The jungle bit

The jungle bit

Turtles!

Turtles!

And shark. Because this is 'straya

And shark. Because this is ‘straya

Not a bad way to spend the holidays.

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