Strange '53 poster

Very odd movie poster - not how i saw them at all

Martian Handling Machine - colours

HG Wells has the Martian craft as metallic. Problem there is that could be a bit dull, especially as the bridge girder work will be the same. So how to jazz it up? Well, I've got a pot of Citadel Metallic Green that I've had for a good 30 years and is still viable. So, after basing in gun metal, I've dappled on another coat with some of the green mixed in. A bit bright, but the next stage will take care of that.

Martian Handling Machine - progress

Right, with tentacles made from Green Stuff and legs from coathanger wire, the thing was given a dapple of Mr Surfacer to give it surface texture, then primed.

Martian Handling Machine - getting started

So, i bought me a yogurt pot for a new project- Alvim Correa's brilliant depiction of the Martians handling machine. I plan on buidling it in this pose, set amongst Red Weed-encrusted ruins. Hopefully i'll be able to source some suitable scale birds from the railway modelling section. Studying the picture, it looks like it has organic tentacles front, left and one coiled up at back. Assuming there's also one on the right that's either retracted or snapped off, I've drilled four holes in the yogurt pot and capped them with some wheel bits.

Neat images (3)

A terrifically chunky Tripod that seems to merge with elements of the Martians.

Neat Images (2)

Fantastic, pretty darn accurate depiction of the Fighting Machines. The Martian doesn't look bad either!

Er... anyone still out there?

Dunno if you are, but i'll type away just in case there's at least one. Been a LONG time away, a combination of other hobby and interests taking over, me moving more into Facebook for journal posts like these, and most recently Instagram. But i'm back now and, with talk of a new BBC series based on the book, i'm sure there will be more in the way of posts from me soon. To tide you over, have this really rather bizarre Correa illustration, which i'm guessing shows the narrator having a nightmare while down in that cellar - how else do you explain the Martians sitting around him and the Parson and, what is that? a Tripod blueprint? Or another vision tormenting him?