Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Appendicitis

Have you ever had one of those days where you feel like someone cut you open and ripped out one of your organs?  But maybe they replaced the organ with a baby because when you finally get home and weigh yourself (even though you've eaten only a couple of spoonfuls of Jello) you've gained like FIVE POUNDS! And then you are sure the baby has started kicking because there is definitely something trying to forcefully work its way out of your body cavity.  Not to mention, you LOOK about five months pregnant, and just for decoration you have what looks like three bullet holes in your stomach.

Grrr...

On the plus side, I still was able to finish and turn in (thanks Dave!) pieces for Ohio Art League's Thumb Box Exhibition that opens tomorrow night (thanks guys for giving me a little extra time!).  Almost all of my coworkers, and many of my beloved MAW group will have pieces displayed as well as tons of other talented members!  Someone take pictures of the reception for me!

Monday, November 21, 2011

Styrofoam Fail

There are some hard lessons you learn along the way. I learned one today, and I really want to share it with you so that you do not also make this heinous error. DO NOT USE STYROFOAM AS AN ARMATURE FOR POLYMER CLAY! It will seriously eff your shit up! Styrofoam is a kind of plastic which apparently acts as a foamy Shrinky Dink in the oven, taking your sculpture along with it as it transforms.

I really wanted a smooth armature for my pieces, so I thought a round Styrofoam ball would be perfect. What I should have choosen instead if I wanted to use polymer clay is a foil ball or a wooden ball. Another option would have been to use air-dry clay over Styrofoam.

I'm hoping to repair my pieces with Apoxie Sculpt, but I estimate that that will take another hour. Time is money and stupidity is expensive!

Saturday, November 5, 2011

So what now?

So you're not getting any younger. Have you done all the things you wanted to do in your lifetime? Have you even done half of them? Ten of them?

Dave just asked me tonight, "When you were seventeen, what did you think you wanted to do with your life?" Holy shit! I just wanted to listen to music then someday go to England to listen to my favorite bands live then learn how to make music videos then be hired by my favorite bands to make THEIR music videos.

None of those last several things happened.

The older you get the more your friends want to get together to talk about their "life lists". Most of my friends have made and shared their lists and take pleasure at crossing off things on their lists. We revel together in their larger accomplishments and there's generally good juju surrounding the whole affair.

In regards to my own life list:
-I get stressed out at
-Even
-Getting
-Started

Why? It's super easy. You just write down things you want to do before you die.

But what if you don't think you can do the things?

Then you fail. At life.

OMG, Sharon! Snap out of it! Why don't you start with a small list of 20? Here's some things you can think about...

-If you had a year left to live, what would you spend that time doing? Or if you were on your deathbed, what would you regret not having done?
-When you were a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
-Who are your heroes? Why? Is there something about them that you can incorporate into your life?
-What would your three Genie wishes be? What if he gave you 20? Remember that with a Genie, time and money are not factors.
-Is there anywhere that you want to go? Even if it could change your life?

That's something to start on.

Maybe that's something for YOU to start on too?

Let's get started...