The bottles in my magic desk should feed directly into my face, so I can suck up the energy
collected therein. An old friend stopped by the studio last week and remarked that now he
understands why I didn't do too many drugs in college (with all my other friends) - because
my brain is already that psychedelic. I don't know about that, but here's what it took for
Gabriela, George and me to make a mold of my face:
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| pouring on the alginate |
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| adding the plaster strips |
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| the inside of the mold after de-molding from my face |
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| pouring FGR plaster into the mold |
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| since the sides of the mold weren't steady, it expanded. |
