Sore feet and plaster
All over town today: up Capitol Hill and down again, to school, a two-hour time-killing circuit of downtown, back to school, another hour and a half in the sculpture lab, and finally home. I spent an awfully long time painstakingly removing clay from a plaster casting, and about halfway through I realized it wasn't even mine. It seemed like it might be bad to leave it half-done, so I finished it and then did my own. On mine the clay came off easily, in almost a single slab. Tomorrow I'll have to ask the teacher why the one was easy to remove and the other was impossibly difficult.
Presumably tomorrow we're also going to be removing the plastic bottles from around the plaster they're filled with. It will be interesting to see how that works out.
In the course of my travels today, I wandered into a store selling fly-fishing equipment. It turns out that such places have wire in a glorious array of colors. I bought a small spool of brilliant chartreuse, and have plans to do some small fiddly things with it.
My feet are astoundingly tired. I think I probably walked about eight miles today.
Presumably tomorrow we're also going to be removing the plastic bottles from around the plaster they're filled with. It will be interesting to see how that works out.
In the course of my travels today, I wandered into a store selling fly-fishing equipment. It turns out that such places have wire in a glorious array of colors. I bought a small spool of brilliant chartreuse, and have plans to do some small fiddly things with it.
My feet are astoundingly tired. I think I probably walked about eight miles today.