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February 18, 2008
Reader, I Went Shopping
For art supplies.
I dropped a big chunk of cash, but those three masks I posted pix of this morning?
Now they look like this:
The red mask will have flames coming out of his mouth. Made of red, yellow and orange illusion netting. Also fake eyelashes. And maybe a nose ring.
I also now have a bunch of new artsy-craftsy stuff to try out and play with, including some paperclay, which may be just the thing I need for those pesky details I don't want to try to sculpt into a mask form pre papier mache. We'll see. I have plans for a sticky-out tongue, and the paperclay is my first choice of medium. I'm really hoping it works.
You can't really tell from the picture, but the red mask (Imp Ious) is all sparkly now. He looks like Dorothy's ruby slippers. Imp Erfect has contour now, too. I mixed up some purple because, what the hell? And I texturized the other one, Imp Enetrable. He's a little light, and I'm thinking about adding lichen in strategic places, like where the eyes and mouth go, to give him just a little more detail. Maybe green for the eyes, yellow for the mouth. Or vice versa. He needs something more, though. Right now, he's pretty smooth, with very little contour. Though he does have a little shading. I used some of Imp Erfect's purple contour before I sprayed on the rock texture.
They're all coming along nicely, but they're all also almost finished. Which means I need to get started on some more. I have all kinds of ideas, but so little time. Especially since rehearsals start next week.
As the masks were drying, Dave & I walked to the brew pub for dinner and then stopped at One World for coffee and these amazing chocolate mini-bundt cakes on the way home. It was a lovely evening. We watched an episode of Dr. Who as well.
And then I got to write some letters of recommendation. Three of them. I thought I had four, but the other student hasn't sent me all the information yet. So I wrote three. It took me two and a half hours. Because I'm paranoid about unintentionally destroying a student's life with a badly written letter. I get horrible performance anxiety when I write recommendations. I don't know why I keep saying yes when people ask me, given the emotional wringer I put myself through.
Anyway, they're all written now, to the best of my ability. The grades for the stuff I did on Saturday and yesterday are all entered and sent off, too. And it's almost 11pm. I'm going to bed.
Posted by sally at February 18, 2008 10:37 PM
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