All of the large globes started to collapse and crumble in on themselves today.
Panic was too mild a description for what happened.
Logic center replaced hysteria and I proceeded to do some major problem solving.
Things collapse for the following reasons...they have been worked before completely drying, the glues are too flexible, the weight of the embellishments are too heavy, or the internal structure has been weakened with the burning process.
I was busy designing internal supports and decided to give up all together. I resorted to wailing and whining. I collapsed in a heap. I contacted the gallery and said they couldn't be shown.
I went down to the studio and proceeded to continue burning and forming. Voila! The largest ball has been resurrected and will be shown. It is stronger than ever. The most complex ball can
be saved and an internal support made from insulation foams will work tomorrow. The simplest ball might not ever be saved. I will start it from scratch again and deliver it late.
Every pore on my body is covered in emulsions and paint. I smell like a demented campfire girl
and my partner is getting crabbier because he hasn't been cuddled in awhile.
Sometimes art making is so much fun it makes social work an option again!