Heh there is a funny side to blogging here. Your posts really hit high in a google search. Thus is you search "Crap small sculpture prize" u get mine post on same as #1 hit. If you search "woollahra small sculpture prize" you get me on page 2 of the results, but thats pretty amazing too.
Hopefully they won't bother suing me for calling their sculpture prize crap. But you know thats what blogs are all about: free speech :)
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Beer & sittings
Once again a mate come over & forced me to sit & drink beer (terrible!) and we picked out some issues. She left & there it was 100% better than before. Amazing. Cos just a shoulder angle can do that. Just a bit here n there & its all the difference between being dead & zombie like & being flexible & alive. Needs a bit more of that though so keep the visits comin :)
Today i added another few bags of clay to his flouncy pants. Yes, there is no end to how much clay you can add to a pair of flouncy pants & they still look a bit skinny - i had never realised how much, though i had feared. The torso is a bit out of sorts... after a day of cutting off & shaving & forming those RHS ribs, the ones under his upstretched arm, well as i was finishing up for the day i did some hacky drawing on it with a knife. This got me some indications of where the movement & life might come from when i cut more off. However i'd been doing just that all day... so instead of that i just added some massive slabs of clay - sure enough it come alive in the ribs. Well i'll be hornswoggled. How come, when you think you want to cut more off, you really should throw more on? Shouldn't such a thing be more obvious? Never fails to surprise. Except it happens so much it hardly surprises anymore. I need to pay attention though, cos there will come a point where i actually understand it & can file it away - i hope. Would certainly save some time.
I chucked on a head like shape so he had a head when my friend come for a beer. I threw it all up there to make some vague face & head shape & made the neck more necky. It had only half a head from the back, like some Torchwood expendable character it looked like it had copped an explosive round in the head. But she commented later the head was good. I was shocked, but then i looked at it & thought hey its ok eh. Thats lovely when that happens, that is :) Not to worry i will bugger it up again. She said the arse looked a bit strange & i defended it as being just like in the picture & then after she had gone I realised the arse was rubbish & cut it off. Damn capricious i am eh wot.
Anyway as darkness fell (about 4.30, bloody winter) some gallery freak was coming to see another artist in the place & so i covered the big feller up & left. No need to get anyone seeing it who shouldn't. Never trust a gallery type anyways.
Listening: Torchwood "Slow Decay" audio book. Doctor Who audio books. Neil Gaiman's "The Graveyard Book" audio book. Long day, eh.
Today i added another few bags of clay to his flouncy pants. Yes, there is no end to how much clay you can add to a pair of flouncy pants & they still look a bit skinny - i had never realised how much, though i had feared. The torso is a bit out of sorts... after a day of cutting off & shaving & forming those RHS ribs, the ones under his upstretched arm, well as i was finishing up for the day i did some hacky drawing on it with a knife. This got me some indications of where the movement & life might come from when i cut more off. However i'd been doing just that all day... so instead of that i just added some massive slabs of clay - sure enough it come alive in the ribs. Well i'll be hornswoggled. How come, when you think you want to cut more off, you really should throw more on? Shouldn't such a thing be more obvious? Never fails to surprise. Except it happens so much it hardly surprises anymore. I need to pay attention though, cos there will come a point where i actually understand it & can file it away - i hope. Would certainly save some time.
I chucked on a head like shape so he had a head when my friend come for a beer. I threw it all up there to make some vague face & head shape & made the neck more necky. It had only half a head from the back, like some Torchwood expendable character it looked like it had copped an explosive round in the head. But she commented later the head was good. I was shocked, but then i looked at it & thought hey its ok eh. Thats lovely when that happens, that is :) Not to worry i will bugger it up again. She said the arse looked a bit strange & i defended it as being just like in the picture & then after she had gone I realised the arse was rubbish & cut it off. Damn capricious i am eh wot.
Anyway as darkness fell (about 4.30, bloody winter) some gallery freak was coming to see another artist in the place & so i covered the big feller up & left. No need to get anyone seeing it who shouldn't. Never trust a gallery type anyways.
Listening: Torchwood "Slow Decay" audio book. Doctor Who audio books. Neil Gaiman's "The Graveyard Book" audio book. Long day, eh.
Friday, May 29, 2009
A bit off the side
So its been a few days since i felt like writing, things been a bit busy, dad went orf to horspital & now he's back lookin loads better. He had pneumonia or something. Its so hard to find out cos nobody tells you nothing, they just did a raft of testings & hole pokings & drained him almost completely of blood & replaced that with IV solutions & drugs. Anyway it seems to have improved him so there u go. Grease & oil change perhaps.
Finally got a day in th studio today, dunno if i progressed much but i finished putting up the curtains anyhow, for to stop people seeing the subject of the sculpture. I've snatched an hr here & there over the past few days in the studio & to tell the truth it feels like months have passed this week, but they haven't, it just seemed long, and i probably didn't even miss that much time in the studio anyways. I also been taking care of the ravenous cats in the share house, who were as starved for affection as they thought they were for food. No idea why they ate like they hadn't had a cat snap pass their lips in weeks when i fed em. Maybe cos its becoming winter. Or it could be they got an appetite after having the runs all over the laundry (thanks cats - i will now NEVER own a cat, i was pretty sure before, but that experience cinches it). One of them forced me, literally forced me, to play with him for half an hour the other night cos he just had to have some play with a human. When he gets like that he usually bite & scratch me plenty. In a loving way, but by that time of night i'm not partial to sudden stabby pain like when a max warp cat stalks & attacks your legs. I used my dangly clangy belt as a prothesis for the cat to bite at & escaped without scars. Anyway housemate got back yesty so Phew.
Anyways been working on the old life sizer. Have started on a different tack this time, i decided to work in a way as to block out one section at a time rather than work over the entire thing as a whole. Like Trousers, Shirt, etc. Wisdom is, you're not sposed to finish any one section, working as a whole is best. But I'm trying this way cos i have a feeling i get to this eventually anyway. You need to have some section fully blocked before you know exactly where to put the next. But i guess i'm not "finishing" anything in the way them old sculpting books actually mean that you should never do. Eh, lets try it.
As i noted before, sitting back across the room on a milk crate with a beer in my hand i picked out some major errors to fix. I really should do this every evening. Trouble is by the time i'm sitting there, i'm tired, so instead of having a beer i'd rather go home & have a cup of tea. What i really need is a friend to drop by & have a beer with me, thus forcing me to do the right thing.
Finally got a day in th studio today, dunno if i progressed much but i finished putting up the curtains anyhow, for to stop people seeing the subject of the sculpture. I've snatched an hr here & there over the past few days in the studio & to tell the truth it feels like months have passed this week, but they haven't, it just seemed long, and i probably didn't even miss that much time in the studio anyways. I also been taking care of the ravenous cats in the share house, who were as starved for affection as they thought they were for food. No idea why they ate like they hadn't had a cat snap pass their lips in weeks when i fed em. Maybe cos its becoming winter. Or it could be they got an appetite after having the runs all over the laundry (thanks cats - i will now NEVER own a cat, i was pretty sure before, but that experience cinches it). One of them forced me, literally forced me, to play with him for half an hour the other night cos he just had to have some play with a human. When he gets like that he usually bite & scratch me plenty. In a loving way, but by that time of night i'm not partial to sudden stabby pain like when a max warp cat stalks & attacks your legs. I used my dangly clangy belt as a prothesis for the cat to bite at & escaped without scars. Anyway housemate got back yesty so Phew.
Anyways been working on the old life sizer. Have started on a different tack this time, i decided to work in a way as to block out one section at a time rather than work over the entire thing as a whole. Like Trousers, Shirt, etc. Wisdom is, you're not sposed to finish any one section, working as a whole is best. But I'm trying this way cos i have a feeling i get to this eventually anyway. You need to have some section fully blocked before you know exactly where to put the next. But i guess i'm not "finishing" anything in the way them old sculpting books actually mean that you should never do. Eh, lets try it.
As i noted before, sitting back across the room on a milk crate with a beer in my hand i picked out some major errors to fix. I really should do this every evening. Trouble is by the time i'm sitting there, i'm tired, so instead of having a beer i'd rather go home & have a cup of tea. What i really need is a friend to drop by & have a beer with me, thus forcing me to do the right thing.
Monday, May 25, 2009
The right trousers
Today i worked on his trousers. I want them flouncy, with a knife crease. Yet also flowing & organic but not too organic. I want em to look like bloody good trousers. I generally make trousers a bit skinny, cos i love to have the leg shape under em. Of course there's billowy trousers that completely hide the underlying legs. This type of trouser i have never made. I reckon these are gonna be a bit like that. Of course you got to have any underlying features in the right places, like the hip bone they hang down off of, and the ankle they stop at. But even though i love to know where the knees are, they may end up invisible. I got some aversion to this, dunno if its cos i hate to throw away all the knee work i done, or if i reckon it just needs to have knees. I think the latter, cos if i had a dollar for every bit of work i have wasted in my life i'd, like, live in a Paris mansion with servants. Or if i didn't get a dollar for em, i'd be a bitter & twisted individual who thought everybody was out to get me. So it can't be that. i mean bitter & twisted, maybe, but nobody could be bothered to be out to get me.
Anyway as usual when i come up to a problem that boggles me mind, i say to myself, well there is a sculptural challenge i got to solve. So there i have it, i need it to both have knees and yet not have them actually visible. Good challenge eh.
It takes a helluva lot of clay to make flouncy trousers BTW. I spent the day basically just patting loads of clay on there. Reckon i added at least 6 bags just to his legs. 60kg of clay to make them look light as air, or attempt to. Then i got interrupted & never got back there. Tomorrow.
Anyway as usual when i come up to a problem that boggles me mind, i say to myself, well there is a sculptural challenge i got to solve. So there i have it, i need it to both have knees and yet not have them actually visible. Good challenge eh.
It takes a helluva lot of clay to make flouncy trousers BTW. I spent the day basically just patting loads of clay on there. Reckon i added at least 6 bags just to his legs. 60kg of clay to make them look light as air, or attempt to. Then i got interrupted & never got back there. Tomorrow.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
They're orf
Packed orf the family on the hairplane, paid an hutterly hexhorbitant rate for parking at the hairport (bend over and insert your card) and back home now surveying the wreckage. There is shite strewn from one corner of the house to every other corner of the house. One would think there has been nothing but carnage for 2 weeks, and yet during that 2 weeks at every possible moment we were cleaning, like little beavers building wee dams, the entire time. Its just that 2 kidz who transmute food input into violent movement & noise instantanteously have been thru the place & there is no escape for anything.
Anyway was lovely to have em & its lovely when they leave.
BTW I'm starting to understand why grownups are so serious. Its cos if you try to beat a kid at playing, they got more energy & reflexes & persistence & singlemindedness that they will work til they win, or at least exhaust you so you lose. So u learn to be grumpy & gruff so they will not dare to try to out-tickle you. Cos hysterical writhing & screaming on the ground isn't a good look in a grownup.
Before the dust was even thinking of settlin, i grabbed a bunch of clothes & my drawings & headed back to the rented room. The cats might be starving. Of course they weren't, they were perfectly fine if not even fatter. The house's been mostly free of people for as week apart from the visiting cat lady & sure enuff there have been some changes. There are male bits on the painted girl on the wall nearby outside, an old HSC major work. To be fair, i was surprised it lasted as long as it did in untouched state. And some total loser has signed it, badly, which IMHO shows even less imagination & definitely less skill than coming up with the bits. Ah, i dunno. Why critique a badly painted set of bits? Well cos its there, a course. Next time a professional art show opens in the street outside my place i'll discuss that instead ok.
I found another change later, when i half killed myself on a big ugly baby stroller in the dark on the way to the dunny. There are also @50 boxes of possessions in the hallway. Something's afoot... and it ain't convenient.
Anyway was lovely to have em & its lovely when they leave.
BTW I'm starting to understand why grownups are so serious. Its cos if you try to beat a kid at playing, they got more energy & reflexes & persistence & singlemindedness that they will work til they win, or at least exhaust you so you lose. So u learn to be grumpy & gruff so they will not dare to try to out-tickle you. Cos hysterical writhing & screaming on the ground isn't a good look in a grownup.
Before the dust was even thinking of settlin, i grabbed a bunch of clothes & my drawings & headed back to the rented room. The cats might be starving. Of course they weren't, they were perfectly fine if not even fatter. The house's been mostly free of people for as week apart from the visiting cat lady & sure enuff there have been some changes. There are male bits on the painted girl on the wall nearby outside, an old HSC major work. To be fair, i was surprised it lasted as long as it did in untouched state. And some total loser has signed it, badly, which IMHO shows even less imagination & definitely less skill than coming up with the bits. Ah, i dunno. Why critique a badly painted set of bits? Well cos its there, a course. Next time a professional art show opens in the street outside my place i'll discuss that instead ok.
I found another change later, when i half killed myself on a big ugly baby stroller in the dark on the way to the dunny. There are also @50 boxes of possessions in the hallway. Something's afoot... and it ain't convenient.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Came, saw, liked
The suits came, they saw, they liked, enjoyed lunch, and chose a patina in clear unanimous way. Cool. Its funny the bigger the project the nicer things seems to work out. I doubt that's everybody's experience, cos people moan a lot about commissions. But it seems really that if someone wants a cheap job out of you they treat you like crap & if they ask an expensive one they just treat you much better. For a $10 job they reject it endlessly but for a $100K one they trust your judgement. Maybe its the @ 20 years between the $0 job where i got the sack & the 100K one where they treat me nice. I dunno that seniority counts for much, but what does? Luck, probably :)
On a stupider note an old acquaintance i met in the supermarket last nite managed to root my phone bad enough i had to reboot the damn thing this arvo. He set it sending himself a message, and whatever he done to it, it was tryin valiantly to send this msg for like 24 hrs & kept flattening the battery like nuts. Even after i killed the msg it was still tryin to send a nothing. The funny thing was he was showin me all these cool tricks on my phone like he was mr smartass of nokia land & in the end he ruined the silly thing instead. Good on ya mate.. chalk up a good big fat tick for useless twattery & time wastin. I known this dude for some years & it kinda typifies the guy. Nice bloke, but.
Then after i rebooted it & it stopped trying to send that stupid nothin, i finally got the 3 voice mails that i'd not got over the previous 24 hrs cos the phone, a course, can only do 1 thing at a time. What a top way to really bugger up someone's phone! i must work out how he did it, cos it be worth repeatin to shit someone off.
On a stupider note an old acquaintance i met in the supermarket last nite managed to root my phone bad enough i had to reboot the damn thing this arvo. He set it sending himself a message, and whatever he done to it, it was tryin valiantly to send this msg for like 24 hrs & kept flattening the battery like nuts. Even after i killed the msg it was still tryin to send a nothing. The funny thing was he was showin me all these cool tricks on my phone like he was mr smartass of nokia land & in the end he ruined the silly thing instead. Good on ya mate.. chalk up a good big fat tick for useless twattery & time wastin. I known this dude for some years & it kinda typifies the guy. Nice bloke, but.
Then after i rebooted it & it stopped trying to send that stupid nothin, i finally got the 3 voice mails that i'd not got over the previous 24 hrs cos the phone, a course, can only do 1 thing at a time. What a top way to really bugger up someone's phone! i must work out how he did it, cos it be worth repeatin to shit someone off.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
New comp new inspire
Foundry tomorrow, some suits comin to see the big feller & choose a colour for him. The foundry guys did some test colours on his legs for us, his legs are big enough to do a full pantone chart on there in big print. Anyway guess we'll see what they like. I'm sposed to bring cheese & dipz for lunch. Luckily i bought some the other day for the family & they never touched them yet.
Going to enter a comp for a cricket painting. 20K acquizitive. I recently traded 2 paintings for 2 cases of beer, so i feel like i'm quite a professional painter now. I don't think Van Gogh sold as good as that did he. Of course i still remember the furious furore it used to cause among certain pissed painter persons of my acquaintance when a sculptor reckoned they could paint, but hey - i feel confident to say there's LOADS of crap painting out there & mine's as good or better than plenty of that. So bugger youse all who think it unnatural.
Anyway the artiste of today, whatever they exhale is Art. Their footprintz is Art. Their fart is Art. So a stroke of paint is bloody Art if i says it is, even if its me that did it.
Going to enter a comp for a cricket painting. 20K acquizitive. I recently traded 2 paintings for 2 cases of beer, so i feel like i'm quite a professional painter now. I don't think Van Gogh sold as good as that did he. Of course i still remember the furious furore it used to cause among certain pissed painter persons of my acquaintance when a sculptor reckoned they could paint, but hey - i feel confident to say there's LOADS of crap painting out there & mine's as good or better than plenty of that. So bugger youse all who think it unnatural.
Anyway the artiste of today, whatever they exhale is Art. Their footprintz is Art. Their fart is Art. So a stroke of paint is bloody Art if i says it is, even if its me that did it.
Back into it
We all back now from the magical central coast land. It was so nice there. Nature, ahhhh. But now we back in reality land where everything hurts. I spent an hr in the studio yesterday & fought hard but the main result being that i simply find out how much work i got to do. The pose is a bit wishy washy from the get go so i got to pull the intention right out of it & make it strong. Find those little nuances wot make it & push them a bit harder. I don't think i can actually overpose this one cos of how little there is to work with in the beginning, so i reckon i can just have fun with it.
Car's not too healthy, definitely time for a change. Even the cd player has decided to only play cd's when is not essential. On the way back from the coast it wouldn't play nothing at all. It make me cross. There comes a certain point where its just TIME.
Car's not too healthy, definitely time for a change. Even the cd player has decided to only play cd's when is not essential. On the way back from the coast it wouldn't play nothing at all. It make me cross. There comes a certain point where its just TIME.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Crap Small Sculpture Prize
In the mail today an entry forma for de woollahra small sculpture prize. something y'd think wd be right up my alley but it not seem like i sync with that at all. The very first yr i got rejected & it was won by a piece of glad wrap surrounding a bit of air which was apparently the space in which a sculpture would be. While i find that entertaining for almost 5 whole seconds, IMHO it wasn't worth a 10K first prize. Since then it really seem like it not my cup of tea. Last yr i put in an app again - seems 10 yrs was enough that i forgot my lesson & got all mellow & forgive the $40 entry & anyway sure nuff i got rejecto again. It was very funny though i did feel happy for a moment as i tore in there 5 minutes before closing of entries feeling like a dick cos anybody sensible would have posted it weeks earlier & not had to travel into woollahra council chambers & try to park & run inside just before they shut the door in my face. Anyway what made me happy was that other people were also there doing the same, just as unorganised, slack, and "ARTISTIC" as me! I felt like i wasn't alone! Yahoo!
And one of them had a horn black Triumph motorbike & i slightly knew him from somewhere so i could strike up a convo about bikes AND sculpture. Niiiice.
We probably all got rejected tho. Fuck it.
I dunno if i'll bother this year with payin for the disinspiration of another rejection... i think once every 10 yrs is about right. I got one new sculpture cast thats small & vaguely religious, could try the Blake - i got in that once i did.
And one of them had a horn black Triumph motorbike & i slightly knew him from somewhere so i could strike up a convo about bikes AND sculpture. Niiiice.
We probably all got rejected tho. Fuck it.
I dunno if i'll bother this year with payin for the disinspiration of another rejection... i think once every 10 yrs is about right. I got one new sculpture cast thats small & vaguely religious, could try the Blake - i got in that once i did.
Small Holidays
The fambly have arrived from OS, my bro's fambly. So we went to Central Coast & rented a beach house for 8 ppl. Its very nice, bit crap in some ways like there is nowhere enough light to read except if u stand under the fluoro in the kitchen. But we not there to read, we there to be tortured by the kiddies, who are now grown enough to decide throwin cushions at me & trying to crush me to death for an hour straight at a time is a good thing to do. Luckily i readily outweigh them both by a factor of 2000 so i am ok - this time. We are also there to walk down the back yard & out the gate & across the lane to the estuary where there are seats on the edge of the water & see all the ducks looking hopeful for bread & then also walk up the street to the huge surf beach with massive headlands either side. Nowhere else i been is it so obvious that we walk on sand made of the same rock as the headlands, as its a golden colour & quite gritty. The headlands are a golden brown colour & sprinkled with modern architecture. Well guys, one day.... long after yer dead.... your houses will be never & yr headland will be toast. Imagine the property prices that far in the future. Ah a sydney trait that eh.
The house must be often used by tourists as there are 4 kookaburras & some cockatoos & parrots & many other creatures hanging round the balcony expecting a handout. Some just take what they feel is theirs & mum shriek very loud when she unwisely walked out there with a bit of carrot cake in her hand & dive bombed by a burra that snapped her bit of cake clean in half. I went to scare it away & to move it took nothin short of pushing it off the balcony railing using my foot on its chest. Blimey silly lookin things close up. Well fed though.
The place has a plethora of fire making areas & places to sit. there are about 5 or 6 sets of table & chairs scenarios set out over the property outside & 3 or 4 different BBQs & some fire holding devices in various states of neglect. One BBQ is enough tho & there is one that definitely works & we used it. There is a nice glass fronted fireplace inside & an indoor fire is such a nice thing that i reckon i will be wanting one in my own mansion one day. The best luxury.
Surprisingly i actually relaxed while i was there. I can't remember relaxing anyplace ever before. (Last weeks inner city relaxin business was more like plain old exhaustion.) Also i had dreams & i haven't had any for ages. So anyway if i had got to stay there more than 3 days i might have become all holidayed right the hell out & floppy & soft & loose & like a leaf in the breeze kinda thing. Can't have that can we. As it was tho, i needed to come back to do some work & get to the foundry so i left em there & come back to Sydney for mid week. I'll go back for the last day cos we can't all fit in 1 car.
The house must be often used by tourists as there are 4 kookaburras & some cockatoos & parrots & many other creatures hanging round the balcony expecting a handout. Some just take what they feel is theirs & mum shriek very loud when she unwisely walked out there with a bit of carrot cake in her hand & dive bombed by a burra that snapped her bit of cake clean in half. I went to scare it away & to move it took nothin short of pushing it off the balcony railing using my foot on its chest. Blimey silly lookin things close up. Well fed though.
The place has a plethora of fire making areas & places to sit. there are about 5 or 6 sets of table & chairs scenarios set out over the property outside & 3 or 4 different BBQs & some fire holding devices in various states of neglect. One BBQ is enough tho & there is one that definitely works & we used it. There is a nice glass fronted fireplace inside & an indoor fire is such a nice thing that i reckon i will be wanting one in my own mansion one day. The best luxury.
Surprisingly i actually relaxed while i was there. I can't remember relaxing anyplace ever before. (Last weeks inner city relaxin business was more like plain old exhaustion.) Also i had dreams & i haven't had any for ages. So anyway if i had got to stay there more than 3 days i might have become all holidayed right the hell out & floppy & soft & loose & like a leaf in the breeze kinda thing. Can't have that can we. As it was tho, i needed to come back to do some work & get to the foundry so i left em there & come back to Sydney for mid week. I'll go back for the last day cos we can't all fit in 1 car.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Bumbling along
I been given 2 weeks longer on this project now, i feel so terribly relaxed its hard to even get out of bed in the morning & take myself seriously. I sneak a look out at the world for seconds at a time, now. Esp in the mornings. Its nice & sunny a lot. One evening I walked to the newly renovated park 3 doors up & walked across it. Then i walked back. I wouldn't know what to do if i did have a day off, even doing that little exploratory stroll felt somehow annoyingly pointless. Even tho, u know, almost nothing needs to have a point, really.
Been walking though, as i was prescribed a walk everyday by my new Dr. Thats OK, cos there is a purpose. And getting my knee better is also part of it. The new Dr has since suddenly disappeared to China & is never comin back tho, which i discovered the other day when i tried to make an appointment. Its hard not to have abandonment issues innit, when every Dr you try sucks, & then u find a good one & they die on you, or whatever.
Measured up the mystery subject the other day, went to the house & went thru the embarrassing measuring business, where i get a few measures & then realise i forgot 40 more & then do some more & then do some weird ones & then pull one out of a hat & then do some more & take a ton of photos. I still dunno exactly which measurements i need, though i usually have less than i'd like, when it comes down to it. Maybe i will improve at this with practice.
Some rellies visiting for the next 2 weeks. It kind of neatly removes the spare 2 weeks i have from the original equation doesn't it. Hoping i can do more than that in the end.
Been walking though, as i was prescribed a walk everyday by my new Dr. Thats OK, cos there is a purpose. And getting my knee better is also part of it. The new Dr has since suddenly disappeared to China & is never comin back tho, which i discovered the other day when i tried to make an appointment. Its hard not to have abandonment issues innit, when every Dr you try sucks, & then u find a good one & they die on you, or whatever.
Measured up the mystery subject the other day, went to the house & went thru the embarrassing measuring business, where i get a few measures & then realise i forgot 40 more & then do some more & then do some weird ones & then pull one out of a hat & then do some more & take a ton of photos. I still dunno exactly which measurements i need, though i usually have less than i'd like, when it comes down to it. Maybe i will improve at this with practice.
Some rellies visiting for the next 2 weeks. It kind of neatly removes the spare 2 weeks i have from the original equation doesn't it. Hoping i can do more than that in the end.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Next one...
OK have started the next big one. This one is just life sized so its gonna be a doddle, even though i only got 4 weeks. The foundry loaned me a nice man to help weld up the armature last week. They are a bit slow on the work front so they have spare people. Its was great we got the main armature welded right up in half a day. We used the wheely bit from the previous one, its bigger than usual but its nice and strong & let's face it i always err on the side of flimsy gossamer butterfly wing type steel & paper origami style welding when i make those wheely bases. So this will be a nice change, it should be quite strong cos its overengineered. Or maybe its justrightengineered. We shall see.
That was Friday. Then i spent the weekend doing prep work & procrastinating & today being Monday i hit it hard with the clay. I put on about 10 bags today which would be over 100 kgs of clay. Sounds like a lot eh, well let me tell u, it is.
Have been taking my bung knee for a walk every evening. I think i'm gonna break out the wii balance board & get my balance back. Not really able to walk normally cos of it being a month without straightening me leg. Some strange muscles have been tortured to get me about til now & i'm a bit bent outta shape. I reckon the wii fit will be a great help, like physio :)
That was Friday. Then i spent the weekend doing prep work & procrastinating & today being Monday i hit it hard with the clay. I put on about 10 bags today which would be over 100 kgs of clay. Sounds like a lot eh, well let me tell u, it is.
Have been taking my bung knee for a walk every evening. I think i'm gonna break out the wii balance board & get my balance back. Not really able to walk normally cos of it being a month without straightening me leg. Some strange muscles have been tortured to get me about til now & i'm a bit bent outta shape. I reckon the wii fit will be a great help, like physio :)
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