In the nick of time..

It was a day of resurgence, after yesterdays sequential snafus (what a great word!). I had a lot to accomplish and now at 1 am I can finally permit myself to rest and relax. Enduring a 24-hour panic is thumbs down.

My canon printer has been eating my paper for weeks and I couldn't be assed to haul it in to get fixed (especially since I lost the receipt), so I finally broke down and purchased a new cheap one, a reliable Epson. PLUS I ordered a typewriter!!! By 4 pm they hadn't arrived despite the website stating "if ordered before 5pm the day prior, your delivery should arrive between the hours of 7am - 1pm. I knew the delivery time ended at 5 pm. At half 5 my buzzer went off. A miracle had occurred and there was my night in yellow NHL uniform with my machines. My flat is now being overrun by technology!

I produced a booklet (my fanzine) and some crappy translucent stock head shaped folder to store it in. I am not completely happy with it, the head/folder is a bit roughed up and some of the pages don't quite feel right, but I am thrilled at the outcome of a few of the spreads.

Here are some images:

WHEN ART GOES AWRY

Sweet sass, today has been frustrating! I had this genius idea to make a cast of a head to contain my "thoughts" book, for my current project. I sculpted the head out of air dry clay this morning and was quite proud of myself, it looked decent for round 1. I quickly discovered after an experiment that it was impossible to make a cast out of a clay mold.

I disassembled the clay head and tried to mold it around my own face... that also did not work.
I then agonized over my destroyed clay masterpiece while Emilia helped me come up with an alternative plan. Next we tried strips of plaster over my face. I looked like a monster and the messy process failed too.

I tried to make a circular mold out of clay to pour the plaster into. It turns out that clay does not like plaster very much. I still haven't a clue what I shall do, but here are some of the photos from my dispiriting day.