My first attempt at casting the egg in porcelain slip. It’s the best plaster mould I’ve ever made, which is to say it’s still rubbish, but it’s my best rubbish mould yet. There are more undercuts on the piece than I realised, which led to me damaging it when I removed it from the mould. I’m going to pour again and see if leaving the slip longer in the mould, so that it dries more and shrinks more, will fix the problem.
” …writing is sometimes like going around poking at lifeless things to see if they move. At least for me. Other times, it’s like digging to China, while simultaneously trying to reduce in oneself the sense of any enormous undertaking or burdensome obligation of really having to get there.”
— Screenwriter Carole Eastman (1934-2004)
Happy New Year, all!
An extract from my story ‘We the Enclosed’ — originally published in Leviathan IV: Cities, and available in my collection That Book Your Mad Ancestor Wrote — is up at Schlock Magazine until January 30th. The whole December issue of Schlock (a deceptively titled magazine with a lot of class!) takes urban spaces as its theme.