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May 23, 2004

Resins. Such Resins.

Continuing my tireless crusade to make this blog even more thoroughly uninteresting than previously thought possible: Allow me to present you with wax. And resins.

Beeswax, pine resin, frankincense tears.

Like the oils from the previous rat-mummy post, I ordered the frankincense and pine resin from online. (Plenty of art stores peddle beeswax.) I still need some myrrh pieces, but they were backordered at Camden-Grey.

This crud will be melted into a slurry and used to make Beavis' bandages stick together.

I'm going to have a lot of frankincense left over when I'm done here, so I've decided to use the leftovers as incense. But the incense burners at the stinky hippie shops are so Godawful lame, Sculpey dragons and wizards and skeletons and crap that looks like it belings on a metal album dust jacket. So I'll be getting some clay and making my own.

I'm torn between shaping it like a overturned bus full of disabled children or like a burning rowhouse. Also considering a whale-oil rendering plant surrounded by itty-bitty shards of bone and a crematorium. We'll have to see.

Posted by Spike at May 23, 2004 09:54 PM

Comments

i vote the bus.

Posted by Jenn at May 23, 2004 10:18 PM
69.4.148.200

"like a overturned bus full of disabled children ..."

Elliot, owwwch.

I vote crematorium!

Posted by Lea at May 23, 2004 10:18 PM
24.167.107.62

It would have to be disabled kids, though. They'd be on a SHORT bus, see. A full-sized one would just bugger the charcoal's oxygen supply, unless I made all the windows extra-large. I DEMAND REALISM.

Also, falling in love with the creatorium. Or a smokestacked plant with just the word CHEMICALS on the side.

Posted by spike at May 23, 2004 11:00 PM
66.73.0.15

I like the chemical plant. Or the Springfield Tire Fire.

Posted by spookable at May 24, 2004 09:10 AM
152.13.208.162

I recommend, as listening music for when you are sculpting, Weird Al Yancovic's 'Everything you Know is Wrong'. Besides just being a good song, the phrase "rabid wolverine in my underpants" lends itself to the making of short-bus incense burners. Hell, the whole fuckin' album, Bad Hair Day, yeah, I recommend that, too. Once again, apologies. This time for the excesses of capitalizations and punctuation. Make sure the clay doesn't dry out while you're still doin shit with it, it'll crack later.;)

Posted by The Bloated Camel at May 24, 2004 11:41 PM
64.12.116.146

No no. The perfect incense burner would have to be a replica of one of the WTC towers after being hit by a plane.

One ticket to Hell please. Smoking section's fine. Non-Stop, preferably.

Posted by Rich at May 25, 2004 12:55 AM
141.151.70.158

May be a burning, disabled bus with children standing outside? Spare the kids please!!

Posted by Castor Oil at May 19, 2006 01:04 PM
61.17.182.146

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