11/30/13

Critters

Squashies!

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A climbing one, started yesterday:

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This is Fred, who goes with Gary and Jenny (horse guy and rabbit girl):

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When I started sanding the resin baby I realised how full of bubbles the polyurethane cast is. A lot of them are very small, but I figured that going by Murphy’s law, if there’s one small detail that’ll come through perfectly in a finished piece and not get sanded off, it’ll be bubbles. I ordered some polyester resin to see if I could get a better cast with it. I asked for white but they sent clear pink, which is very pretty, but useless for a pre-bronze model on a piece with as much detail as baby, as I can’t see the surface well enough. The resin cured very quickly (I was casting outdoors on the roof, since the resin stinks), causing bubble entrapment once more. I tried casting in one of the egg moulds with reduced catalyst, which worked much better, but there were still a few bubbles. Next time I use this resin (which will probably be when I want to cast something in clear pink — maybe a squashy?) I’ll put it in the fridge first and use even less catalyst. The bigger the piece the faster the cure, too. Anyhow, I decided just to cast the thing in wax, which was easier than I expected. I got bubbles in the wax too, but at least wax is easily cleaned up.

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All my paints are at the new house, so I chucked some food dye into the resin to see what would happen — which was this :-):

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This is another piece I’ve been working on — he’s the God of Witches, and I want to do him in black bronze or iron. That lump under him in the second pic is supposed to be a heart, with veins-cum-plants coming out of it. He’s going to take a while!

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This is Sir… a horse with a horse whip. I started him ages ago and he’s been neglected for a long time. I need to un-neglect him.

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And this is Monsieur Butterfly, whose pose and general everything I haven’t decided on yet:

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11/22/13

Squashy Plodder

Gah, I’m kind of tired. Been packing, got to do the rest on the weekend, then hopefully go Monday.

This critter has been in my head for years. It started off as one-headed, then doubled. I imagine there being one- and two-headed varieties. They’re squashy, with suction feet, and they walk around ceilings and walls, hoovering up whatever they find to eat. Today I was working on the leg wrinkles, which are fine on one side but could be better on the other.

The little one below is a plasticine model that I’m going to copy in the hard oil clay. I like the bright colours, and hope I can get these colourfully patinated.

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11/20/13

If you can’t beat ’em

The new neighbours next door have started their renovations already, and are knocking down interior walls. The people over the road, who have been have been renovating their house for some time now, are also knocking down walls and cutting up metal. We can’t move into our new place for another few days, as the landlord is laying tiles. Meanwhile, I’ve bought a Dremel-like tool and have been sanding off the bumps that were all over resin baby (because my mold was crap), and the casting lines. It’s going pretty well — nearly done, and after this I’ll just need to repair a few bubbles in the resin.

On the subject of sculpture, I got to see that terrific giant horse head, “Still Water” by Nic Fiddian-Green in London, and as a bonus, facing it across the road, a completely badass statue of Genghis Khan by Dashi Namdakov. It was an overcast day, but the sky cleared just long enough for some photos.

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11/5/13

sunshine and snouts

First things first: congratulations to all the World Fantasy Award winners and nominees! I’ll write more about the con, but need to wait until I have a proper keyboard again. Until then, I’ll just say that I owe too many people drinks!

I had to leave in the middle of the awards ceremony to catch a train, and through stations untold and buses unnumbered, in the rain, and overencumbered, I made it from Brighton to Southampton in just under four hours. After a final trial of station stairs, mine host at the b&b collected me, and soon there was a hot bath, a soft warm bed with a gorgeous floral headboard, and a¬†salmon pink divan on which I could recline and pretend to be Anatole France’s Satan by the Ganges if only I could be bothered removing the litter of belongings I’ve dumped on it – though I suppose I could pretend to be Satan lying on a pile of emery boards and borrowed Banlon singlets.

Day emerged clear and sunny, looking bloody determined to stay that way, and it did. I wandered a bit in the village, then headed out into the woods and fields, encountering the ponies for which the New Forest is famous and, as a bonus, pigs, who are allowed to wander free in acorn season to “pannage” – eating acorns so that the horses don’t. I’ve seen pigs splashing through a stream, making the acquaintance of bicycles, on acorn-eating duty, and two with patterned coats crossing the road like two fat ladies in smart frocks. I’ve also seen deer, at dusk and a distance, and have the photos of little brown smudges indistinguishable from trees to prove it.