After over a week of soaking, the clay is old, soft, and ripping at junctions.
What a mess.
Almost want to wad the whole thing up and start all over
Shit’s just not packed as tightly as new clay would be.
I did a lot of reconstruction today. Chopped off her legs since they've become cumbersome. She needs to be built the exact same way human machine was: torso/back, appendages, then face.
After over a week of soaking, the clay is old, soft, and ripping at junctions. What a mess. Almost want to wad the whole thing up and start all over Shit’s just not packed as tightly as new clay would be. This project is taking ages!!
Officially using a bag instead of plastic sheets now. Which means no more watering down the clay each time at the start of each studio session. Enfin! What a chore.. Day 2 of preparations. I did nothing but makes slabs all day. At first it was a little draining because I woke earlier than expected, then couldn’t go back to sleep. As usual.
The only perk about having nothing to be accountable for these days (e.g. no job, no school) is I can sleep whenever. A far cry from how it used to be. Not like I’ve gotten much rest though. It pains me more and more the longer I put off a new project. I feel like there is a gigantic gaping chasm in my soul. Empty and hollow. Impossible to put into words, and can only be experienced. Last night I got my backpack back from the bus that took off with my luggage on board and me still in DC. I opened it to find only my blue water bottle inside.
I've lost everything else. Laptop External HD Camera chargers all my active flashdrives Another reception missed. En route to Norfolk but Murphy's mf Law is the story of my life. My carefully planned trip gone down the drain. At least I'll be getting a refund in bus credits, although there's nothing I can do about the time.
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