Beauchamp Art

B.S. Beauchamp (Fine Art BA Hons) Critical and Creative Practice

Vanguard/A Phone Tonal/Red Faced/Fix it

Vanguard

In her ear
Guard den of
Delight fully
Develop in fluid
Drew it out
About turn her
Over and
Bend again
Growing pain
Full to burst
Sting in the
Rear guard

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Wroxham Heron

A heron, or some other wading bird stood besides the fishermen on the bend of the River Wroxham. It stared nowhere and seemed as indifferent to the passing train from which I watched as all those sunk deep in collapsible chairs with buckets of bait as footrests. It seemed waiting it’s tern, waiting for something by the bank that wouldn’t require too much movement on another day of lethargic humidity. Some fish, equally lulled into benign stupor by the ambient heat would find itself embroiled in its beak, or tangled on the line of a dozing daydreamer. Do they both sit and stand all day with nothing on their minds but fish? Or do they think of diving in, to cool down and flap about in summer play, like toddlers in the out door baths of paddling pools, flick with spray from a garden hose and giggling in the a glee and novelty of the event. Or do they meditate on nothing, but watch ripples contentedly, for their own sake, with half an eye out for bubbles and the brief breaking of the surface that tickles the fancy of any angler, avian or fisherman. The train pulls up, any they will no doubt be there on the return.

Zephyr

Zef wasn’t quite like the other tel-kens, they might be able to lift someone with just their mind, but he could shift the air around them, force them upwards with a vacuum, or make them immobile in a dense cloud of dust, or suck the oxygen from their lungs and make them pass out, in theory. For the time being he could just about shake the grass with a strong breeze, or if he tried extra hard and didn’t mind popping a few blood vessels and looking like a constipated mental patient staring excessively intensely on the blank air before them, he could build up enough pressure to cause sparks. Tiny lightning bolts, so he saw them. He was a regular thunder God in the making, shame for now all he could manage was to get his hair to stand on end with a light draft up his breeches, near soiled at the effort.

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Legs Off

Pull legs off
Up turned daisy
Hand stand hedon
Redone undone
Knotting and knitting
Newfangled faces
All cross eyed
One gaunt mouth gaping
Spilling out and spilling in
Words and wicked liquids
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Blythe AZ [Monochrome]

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Blythe AZ [Monochrome]

Blythe in black and white.

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Blythe A.Z.

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Blythe A.Z.

Portrait shots of Blythe in a few different outfits.

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Cyclops

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Cyclops

The one-eyed wanderer of the Wastes.

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Fronte Cornibus Decimari

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Fronte Cornibus Decimari

Thick skulled Decimari, with a fleshy horn erupting from its face, and the deformed body of a half behemoth.

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Centaurus Scarred

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Centaurus Scarred

A hybrid of the Wastes, further decimated.

Zbrush/Maya

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The Little Birds of a Feather

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The Little Birds of a Feather

Small scale 3D print of the double Venus, Birds of a Feather.

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