“It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor’s will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants – and worse.
To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.”
Everything you have been told is lie.
Herein starts the descent to madness or dystopian dark baroque nirvana.
There is something so delusional in taking any meaning in this work inspired by a purely imaginary realm, we, Homo sapiens invented. Our real life equally is an evolutionary experiment with zero proof of any real meaning to the universe. Yet on space ship earth we stand alone being able to imagine 39 000 years into the future, and passionately create little tiny representations of Homo sapiens and Homo astartes inhabiting that eternity of carnage. It may be meaningless, but its incredibly rewarding.
This is where things for me, during the experiment that is the Ironsleet stepped up many levels. Armies and projects became my imagery “movies”. The models more a collection of exquisite little sculptures brought to life with weather and material feel. The inspiration from fellow Sleeters a new dimension of energy and somehow and aligned aesthetic. More a collective mission and angle into the realms of Warhammer gothic. Tapping deep into Blanchitsu.
So this Untold monkey business then – inconveniently dropping on top of the epic Thorn Moons Crusade – perhaps its a bridge to crystallize what I see as the generic essence of the Grim Dark far future, to tie the esoteric, super original newness FPOA is directing with his Green Mechanicvm, one my Alpha Legion is fondly rallying around and Vlka Fenryka is determined to eradicate. Seeing Koltti’s insane Red Corsair fleet expand, with the half obvious promise of traitor guard that no-one in the universe can do like him, and all the rest of it, is going to make Pilgrym feel like a nifty prelude. A trailer.
Collaborating is hard. The hobby perhaps uniquely draws people with intense creativity and the self discipline of a whimsical kid lost somewhere between the Warhammer universe and the chores and ambitions each tries to escape. It certainly produces more excuses than it does miniatures. I’ve tried to approach it differently. To me this is a solemn passion and practice. A journey that connects me in meditative manner to being free to imagine, play and apply – yet also calms and centers me in deep awareness with each breath to each brush stroke.
The Untold – blank, black, backwards – a project with its own will. Pouring out. Going places. Clueless yet so very intentional.
Sorry to put you through all of this. I did worn you it’s delusional. So lets also consider the tangible. The materially new here.
For the first time ever I’ve really also introduced a full range of gloss, from Uber matte to satin to ceramic glossy to reflective metallics. There really is dozens of differently painted areas of black in the mix leading a richness none of my previous retinues have without losing coherency.
There is designer disease deep in my cells where the current project is also usually the favorite project but still I feel these really broke new ground. Felt different from the start. In talking with John, something extra connected with him too. Necromunda spirit and the face of the approach. Maybe I nailed some icons from Necromunda to Inquisitor rule book. The mental image of the main retinue as the cover art and the different satellite characters and groups as the rich B&W illustrations from inside the book has been an approach that really framed everything and continues to inspire me to make more.
The whole effort thus feels effortless and less an experiment for the sake of experiment.
There are three new models to share. The Chirurgeon. A spherical data extraction unit – in ceramic black that inspired me to revisit the Storm Trooper armor and really elevated that whole trio and tied them to The Baroness.
And a pair of gangers. The first Satellite of the Untold. A Punk Leader and a Worn Pathfinder who’se been to the moons and back. I don’t know if they get friends or if an entirely new spin off satellite emerges next… while I bargain my practice between this flow and diligently building some real terrain and building the Moons to life.
Thank you. And sorry.