with the help of an industrial machine and the grumpy but helpful teacher down in the fashion shop I got the big canvas ready to stretch on the oops-too-big-I-suck-at-measuring frame. Thanks to the intolerable swelter I was a putrid sweaty blob of blurgh by the time I’d finished stretching it, but yay! Tackled the tidying & finishing touches and all of a sudden, just when I was about to give up hope, the face totally came together. Painted the extensions so they didn’t scream “hey lookit, my maker is a dufus!” quite so loudly, fiddled with the veil stuff & a couple more wee flowers & greenery, scruffled up the hair a bit and called it done. We’ll pretend the feet aren’t so obviously in need of a bit more work, because frankly I just ran out of time. Er … I meant to do that, honest! I re-hung the drawings that ended up face-down on the mucky floor and did my best to tidy them up, but they’re a bit the worse for wear. Boo hiss. I’ll put up a few of the monoprints etc on Monday morning and be ready to go. In theory. Some time over the next few days I have to sit down and talk my way through my concept & execution & blah blah, practice run basically, so I don’t turn into an umming and ahing and youknowing fool as soon as I open my mouth. I swear it’s all articulate and beautifully laid out in my head and then it goes … guh. Uh guh? Youknow. Thing. Um. Sort of. Thing.
So. Now I guess I have to concentrate on packing and moving. Blech!
