Sian

One of the best things about having a roommate is that it's like having a live-in model/critic/business manager for my artwork.  I draw and paint, and when I can find time and space, I even sculpt a little.  My roommate looked at my latest sketches, the other day, and said... "....And you want to have a career in classics!"  I'm taking it as a compliment.  In any event, Roommate's boyfriend's birthday is coming up, and he says that he wants something that she's made, rather than something that she's bought.  So...  We're going to cast her torso--or at least her chest-- in plaster, and mail it to him.  I thought we should put a clock in the belly, just for fun, but she vetoed that.

We bought most of the materials, last night, and now we're waiting for a day that isn't entirely hellish on which to do this.  After all, it is a little hot being burried under twenty pounds of plaster.  Really, it's a done deal.  There's a plastic tarp and a can of spray-paint waiting for me, as we speak.

Then, we're going to take the torso to the park and paint it bronze.  I also suggested that we should take it to the coffee shop and buy it an iced mocha, but I think Roommate vetoed that, as well.  In any event, I'm going to be photographing the entire process, for the sake of my family album.

The beauty of this is that I get to do something messy and creative, with an actual (**free***) model attached to it, and then the finished product goes somewhere else, so I don't have to worry about where to store it, or whether it's being crushed under a pile of dirty laundry, or whether my model's mother is going to look at it someday, and say, "Oh, shit, that's my daughter!"

Roommate has no problem looking at my sketches and saying "what the hell are you on?"  So I know whether what I'm producing is any good.

And, her latest thing is that she should be allowed to take some of my canvasses out and hang them in the coffee shop, so that they will finally take down that picture of a man stabbing his eye out that we've all heard so much about.

And I'm fine with this.  I say she can sell, trade, or give away anything her little heart desires.  Just be sure I get my cut, if you actually manage to sell, please.

posted by: SianNorah at 16:13 | link | comments (1)

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#1  18 July 2005 - 23:08

 

we'll need to see a picture of this thing...

howard

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