We’ve done good to get the apartment liveable– of big importance to me is the area I get to sculpt. At first I was all like, “I just need a little table and the bookcase for all my paint and stuff” and so I got that set up. Then I realized I wasn’t gonna have anywhere to put finished pieces, so I was like, “just let me get a utility shelf set and that’ll be good” and now I’m like, “all’s I need is a desk for my thoughts” which I haven’t got yet but it’s coming. Little corner of the room is turning into the whole thing, like any craftist probably knows, and will soon push all other stuff out of the house.
I’ve gotten a bunch of molds done, so that need for space is much more apparent. I’m jumping to the next step already, eager to see just how well all these molds are- the other day when I was working with the resin, I was jamming to the new Daft Punk and popping out perfect casts- little to no surface bubbles, and no missed spots. Whenever a cast is done setting up in the mold and I begin to pull it apart, I begin talking to it- “c’mon now, you gonna be a perfect pull for me? Aw, yeah first side’s lookin’ fresh. How bout the other side, whatta we got? Oh baby, looks like we got a– yup, that there’s a
And usually then I do a little dance, probably sing whatever song is on but substitute the phrase “perfect pull” in wherever it’s possible in the lyrics.
After all the fan-fare, I eventually run out of resin and have a bunch of flaky figures in need of sanding. Last year I sanded every last piece by hand, sometimes spending hours on one small batch. This year I got wise and bought a cordless Dremel. I’m still spending hours sanding, but now it’s as fun as sculpting and I burn through around five times as many figures as I used to. The back deck is great for scratching these babies down, too, so I’m not breathing in all the mess I make. CONCLUSION: I’m the Batman of resin-cast figurines.