Sore feet and plaster

[anti_cyclone]

All over town today: up Capitol Hill and down again, to school, a two-hour time-killing circuit of downtown, back to school, another hour and a half in the sculpture lab, and finally home. I spent an awfully long time painstakingly removing clay from a plaster casting, and about halfway through I realized it wasn't even mine. It seemed like it

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[chronographia]

Hexagons and cogs? Ohhh? Intriguing.
It'd be nice to have further elaboration . . .

[anti_cyclone]

Meh, it was really just an exercise in learning to work with the plaster and the clay. The hexagons were the head of a bolt that was in a box of random hardware in the shop. But none of it has any particular significance, it's no more than random texture experiments.