Well, I’ve survived numerous attempts on my life by the cat, retrieved my camera, and am now pleased to be able to show you the photos of my work in progress from Robert Dancik’s weekend workshop on Faux Bone.
I can actually hear you rejoicing.
See how versatile it is? Oh, how the non-believers doubted me. Everything above (and I know they’re not the most beautiful looking things, but I was playing around for the weekend rather than trying to make a masterpiece…honest) was made using boot polish, putty epoxy (the gunk plumbers use to seal cracks in pipes) and alcohol based ink.
This piece (my horse’s leg. Not that I actually have a horse. Why I decided I wanted to make something in the shape of an animal’s leg is beyond me. Too much rum the night before possibly…) is Faux Bone in its natural state – if PVC can ever have a natural state. But you know what I mean. Unsullied by shoe polish, ink or acrylic paint.
Fun stuff aside, I’m still packing. Or pretending to at least. It seems like I’ve just been moving stuff around from one place to another without actually packing or throwing out any of it. The big day is next week and I still have a mountain of junk that has been untouched by the hands of man (or daylight for that matter) for eons. I’m almost frightened to think about what monsters I may unearth from their twilight slumber by rooting around in the recesses of cupboard and drawer. Just looking in there makes me think of H.P. Lovecraft’s Great Old Ones. In fact, every time I open my wardrobe door I imagine I hear “in his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming”. Or that could be the rum again.
If you don’t hear from me for a while, don’t make the mistake of thinking that it’s just because I’m moving house. Either the cat, the wardrobe or something altogether more sinister has got me …