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Nov. 9th, 2002 10:31 amYou know, it has occurred to me that I have a pound of beeswax in my room for the express purpose of sculpting. (Sculpting, might I add, is the only thing aside from random fan art that my muse is willing to work for.) Why then am I not sculpting? Oh, I am so glad you asked.
It seems that snobbish little girl that I am, I can't sculpt in materials I already have. No, I need sculptors wax, which although it is damn near impossible to get to a working consistency, actually does what you want it too. Beeswax doesn't. Sculpters wax however, does not come in blocks smaller than ten pounds. (Which, I'd like to point out, is frigging expensive, and in the fifty dollars price range.) Oh the angset.
Also, I am greatly in need of an art table- something big and flat that I can get dirty with out fear of repercussion. (There are some scary RA's on my floor.) This would make my life better. Yes, yes it would.
Ooooo. Inspiration that struck a few days ago and hasn't left yet- Langston Hughes has a book called "Montage of a Dream Deferred." (Which is the trippiest piece of jazz inspired literature I've ever read.) I want to make a montage to a dream deferred! It could be brilliant. No really, it could.
(Note to self- official title of the door might well be Montage To A Dream Deferred, might it not?)
I find it disturbing that the recommended reading for Langston Hughes doesn't include anything he actually wrote.
I'm off to be a consumer whore and *gasp* go to the mall. If I'm not back by tomorrow, I've been poisoned by the smell of money and my body is hidden somewhere in the racks of Hot Topic.
It seems that snobbish little girl that I am, I can't sculpt in materials I already have. No, I need sculptors wax, which although it is damn near impossible to get to a working consistency, actually does what you want it too. Beeswax doesn't. Sculpters wax however, does not come in blocks smaller than ten pounds. (Which, I'd like to point out, is frigging expensive, and in the fifty dollars price range.) Oh the angset.
Also, I am greatly in need of an art table- something big and flat that I can get dirty with out fear of repercussion. (There are some scary RA's on my floor.) This would make my life better. Yes, yes it would.
Ooooo. Inspiration that struck a few days ago and hasn't left yet- Langston Hughes has a book called "Montage of a Dream Deferred." (Which is the trippiest piece of jazz inspired literature I've ever read.) I want to make a montage to a dream deferred! It could be brilliant. No really, it could.
(Note to self- official title of the door might well be Montage To A Dream Deferred, might it not?)
I find it disturbing that the recommended reading for Langston Hughes doesn't include anything he actually wrote.
I'm off to be a consumer whore and *gasp* go to the mall. If I'm not back by tomorrow, I've been poisoned by the smell of money and my body is hidden somewhere in the racks of Hot Topic.
