A quick post before Max and I head out. The light fades so quickly these days. Last night I attended my first rumble at the Rumble House. Some of you remember when I announced on my blog, the closure of Gorilla House and my last live art battle. Well, the next project to bust wide open after much love and effort on the part of a lot of people, is the Rumble House. Located at 1136 8th Ave, SW, the soft opening (whatever that is) occurred last week, Wednesday, to be followed, I guess, by the ‘hard opening’ last night.
This photo…taken by someone else.
I decided to GOOGLE the word Rumble and paint whatever came up. Rumble, League of Legend’s mechanical menace came slightly ahead of WWE’s Royal Rumble . It’s as simple as that. I do not develop caricatures or work in any form of animation. The only two times I have ever tackled such subjects have been at the Gorilla House and now, the Rumble House. These have been places of exploration, so why not? Master Chief was the last subject I took on of this nature.
The TRUE excitement of the evening was re-connecting with friends who paint. The hugs were contagious. I treasure the connection, the stories and the creative energy that abounds during these experiences. Nice to connect again with painting buddies, Belinda Fireman and Jennifer Stinson!
Last night’s painting, Rumble, was picked up at auction by a fan’s father. Wisdom, thanks for visiting me throughout the evening and giving me the encouragement to keep going. You don’t know how wonderful it is to receive the insights of our guests throughout the two hour painting frenzy. Thanks, Aaron! (and forward me a fantastic photo of your son that I can include here, please)
Of Rumble’s Lore, I learned…
“Even amongst yordles, Rumble was always the runt of the litter. As such, he was used to being bullied. In order to survive, he had to be scrappier and more resourceful than his peers. He developed a quick temper and a reputation for getting even, no matter who crossed him. This made him something of a loner, but he didn’t mind. He liked to tinker, preferring the company of gadgets, and he could usually be found rummaging through the junkyard. He showed great potential as a mechanic. His teachers recommended him for enrollment at the Yordle Academy of Science and Progress in Piltover, where he may very well have become one of Heimerdinger’s esteemed proteges, but Rumble refused to go. He believed that Heimerdinger and his associates were ”sellouts,” trading superior yordle technology to humans for nothing more than a pat on the head while yordles remained the butt of their jokes. When a group of human graduates from the Yordle Academy sailed to Bandle City to visit the place where their mentor was born and raised, Rumble couldn’t resist the temptation to see them face-to-face (so to speak). He only intended to get a good look at the humans, but four hours and several choice words later, he returned home bruised and bloodied with an earful about how he was an embarrassment to ”enlightened” yordles like Heimerdinger. The next morning he left Bandle City without a word, and wasn’t seen again for months. When he returned, he was at the helm of a clanking, mechanized monstrosity. He marched it to the center of town amidst dumbfounded onlookers and there announced that he would join the League of Legends to show the world what yordle-tech was really capable of, without hiding behind a foreign banner.”
Here is the painting…