Disco Fever

I was in the art supply store, when I passed the rhinestone display, and I couldn’t resist.  I bought five packets of 5mm clear rhinestones.  Then I made this guy:

nekkid

He was supposed to be red, but the stupid “exterior hardener” I added to the mixture bleached out the dye.  His transformation began.  Here he is at 175 rhinestones:

hoodie

Here he is at 700 rhinestones:

disco pants!

I’ve bought 385 more rhinestones, but I don’t think I’ll need them all.  I don’t intend to cover the rectangular area in the back.  It’s a little surprising how completely cathartic and relaxing it is to glue tiny sparkly things on a tiny red (orange! grr!) man- except for the crotchy bits.

I made…something.

The only reason I keep going with the resin casting, despite all evidence to the contrary, is that I’ve had some measure of success.  For example:

Sparkly!

The one on the right, obviously, is the one I made.  I tired to put pink glitter in it, which was (surprise!) a mistake. However, I was pretty pleased with the amount of detail the mold captured (not that you can see it in this photo.  I never said anything about being a photographer- for good reason). 

It’s the partial successes like these that make me keep trying.

Limey Bastard

I tried, yet again, to get a good mold from a lemon (or in this case, a lime- it just met the “shape criteria.”).  This particular outcome was instrumental in my decision to just cough up the hundred-or-so dollars, and get some decent moldmaking material in a larger quantity that 1lb. at a time.

It started out well enough.  I built my mold box (like I should have done the last time).

I tried to adhere to the lessons I learned from the previous attempt.  I glued the lime to the bottom, so it wouldn’t float up to the top, wasting moldmaking material beneath it.  I glued wooden sticks into the corners, to further economize the moldmaking material usage.  It should have turned out great.

But I’m sure you know where this is going.

I also decided to try making another man-mold at the same time.  I carefully built his mold box in the same manner.  (At this time, I realized that the shape of traditional coffins probably came from trying to achieve economy of wood use.)

The problem arose when I mixed the moldmaking material, and realized I didn’t have enough to do both molds…after I’d already poured the lime mold, and was halfway through filling the man-mold.  I had to make a quick decision about which of the two I’d choose to “survive,” and the lime lost.

If I’d had my 5lb. tub o’ stuff, that wouldn’t have happened.  I can’t wait for it to get here.