A Hobby Return 8 Years Later
Awake from a mini painting coma?
Eight years is a long time.
Somewhere back in 2018, I fell in love with Netrunner for well over a year. What an incredible game.
Then the world stopped talking to each other for a year and a half through COVID.
Most of us still haven’t recovered. Netrunner went into the closet and hasn’t come back out.
I fell into bad habits getting back into MMOs. The Elder Scrolls Online taking away my nights for a long while.
One of the first minis I ever painted on the left, versus a recently completed Stormtrooper on the right
Then sim racing occupied my evenings. Mindlessly turning laps and trying to pretend I was a racing driver when I lack the compete to be one. Still, it was fun playing out childhood fantasies of going fast and passing people.
My boys fell in and out of love with ice hockey. That was quite the rewarding journey that is still ongoing to some degree.
I tried self-improvement for a bit. Books were digested or listened to. There are many, many people selling ideas they do not fully understand with specks of truth sprinkled throughout.
Doom scrolling happened. Ugh. What a waste.
An old Darth Vader (left) from Imperial Assault and a recently completed Darth Vader (right) from Star Wars: Legion
Then back to sim racing for another 9 month stint.
Finally, playing World of Warships and War Thunder with my oldest son stole nights away.
Somehow, eight years passed. The painting bench was packed up and put into storage and largely forgotten about around the end of COVID. Some grey plastic was thrown out, but most of it stayed.
I knew I would be back.
At the end of May, the stresses of work pushed me to back to painting. The competition of multi-player video games brought more stress than necessary after a challenging work day. Keeping my hands occupied while my brain defragments is a powerful way to feel like I have some small amount of control over my life.
But I am not the same painter I was in 2018. It is as if I am playing with another man's toys. A distant past version of me purchased these paints, brushes, and minis.
A jedi from Imperial Assault (left) painted in 2015 and a recent Luke Skywalker from Star Wars: Legion (right).
And that’s weird.
Suddenly, I am free to waste some of the paint and minis experimenting. I didn’t purchase these toys with my limited hobby funds. I'm free to do whatever I want with them. The paints mostly flow well after working through clogs.
The tools of the hobby have changed, too. In 2018, using inks for speed painting was a novel idea. Getting your hands on them required being the awkward nerd in Hobby Lobby, walking past dusty Christmas decorations to the acrylics.
Now, you can buy markers with acrylic ink in them for speed painting. How the whole approach of sketch style, which was novel and exciting back then, has turned into a muted mainstream approach.
A Stormtrooper painted in 2018 (left) and one painted in 2026 (right), both from Star Wars: Legion.
I'm also not the same man.
In 2018, my youngest had just turned one and we were loving and growing into our little family. It was a time full of life and love. A great time of beginnings.
Now on the wrong side of 40, the kids are busier than ever and were entering the phase of our parents passing away. Marriages are unraveling. It is a time of endings.
Yet there is still a lot of joy in bringing toy soldiers and characters to life. Each sculpt is a piece of art itself. The focus of completing a mini and being pleased enough to put it on the table is it’s own reward.
Those feelings? Nah, they haven’t changed at all.
