I confided to a friend that I was worried I may be turning into one of those sad people that spend 10 years of their life making a scale model of the Eiffel Tower out of matchsticks making sure every rivet was correctly placed to reflect the original construction. This because of the endless (seemingly) hours I am using to complete this lampscape project which I am probably only half-way through.
Their response was, well, you may be a little eccentric but you aren’t as mad as someone who calls their son “Newt”. Which is probably true, I wouldn’t call my daughter “Frog” either. Pondlife is not really a good source of inspiration for child-naming, in my humble opinion.
So the multimillionaire pondlife nominee who supports child labour and hates health care, gay marriage and abortions will be celebrating tonight while I stare at resin. Such is life.
My problems this week have stemmed from my trying to cast a wax former for my canopy using parafin wax which, because it shrinks when it dries, pulls the rubber mould away from the support mould and creates a dent. I have since found out that beeswax doesn’t shrink, so Amazon is sending me what I need.
On the positive side … my own pondlife, pitcher plants and water lillies, have been progressing although I haven’t yet settled on a final design for the lilly flower. I poured a first trial pour of the tree trunk with some very smelly clear resin which is cheaper than the Gedeo crystal resin and trialed some paints … so things are slowly moving forward.
It seems that the Royal Academy needs an entry form, including photos by the 13th of March, so that is a bit of a deadline, but not one I am going to stress out about too much. Things take the time they need.
The gallery also wants to know about flammability and VOC’s (volatile organic compounds), information which I have been trying to get from the manufacturers with, mostly, little success. As there is also a restriction on ‘dangerous electrical components’, I am glad I have gone for the 12 volt LED solution as that is about as safe as it gets. I am still unsure if they will accept my piece … the only way of finding out is to submit it.
So … that’s about it. My room is gradually filling with parts of moulds and chemical substances and the vacuum cleaner is filling up with bits of resin and dust of diverse origin.
Psychologically I am at that half-way point where you start to wonder about your sanity but know that things will turn out OK in the end. I maybe need to go and watch some TV and pour a large drink. It’ll all be here still on the morrow.
Have a good Sunday.