tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37781826610439109842024-03-13T14:00:48.382-05:00The Midnight SculptorKatherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-50533264463484214722014-08-13T03:29:00.002-05:002014-08-13T03:30:13.284-05:00Difficult horse is. . .difficult.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I completely forgot to post an update about this guy in my pre-Breyerfest rush! LOL! For those of you that aren’t on our studio Facebook page, this is Nagmificent. He is my homage to all those unattractive, poorly trained, horses with sour attitudes that we’ve all known through the years. They inevitably end up in the hands of some starry eyed gal who is so enamored of her first horse that she has no idea what she’s gotten into! LOL! I loosely based this guy on a rank creature that was owned by a childhood friend of mine. Known to his teenage owner as “Sunshine” this horse was an accident waiting to happen. In spite of the fact that he actively tried to injure her on every trail ride I witnessed. . .Sunshine could do no wrong in her eyes! She adored this beast and proudly proclaimed him to be a purebred Thoroughbred that was 14.7 h.h. ;^P <br />
I sculpted Nagmificent to be a passable but poor representative of many different light breeds. Indeed I have seen everything from Arabians to Quarter horses in possession of this same “type.” I don’t usually have a piece take on a personality and presence in my life much beyond the “what you see is what you get” stage. . .but for Nagmificent, it was different. He has come into the world just as stubbornly as his appearance could have predicted!<br />
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Nagmificent has a long and nerve wracking journey which *fortunately* now has a happy ending! I completed this brute more than 2 years ago! I decided to not rush through making a mold right before Breyerfest 2012 so I took the clay and showed that. . .then I let it sit around for a whole year. (yeah, I know. . .procrastination is a sin) Right before Breyerfest 2013 I panicked and started the mold (on this as well as on 2 other smaller pieces) Aaaaand. . . it. . .was. . .a. . .disaster. The only thing I can think happened is that I picked up a can of Krylon Satin spray to spray the clay with beforehand instead of gloss. <br />
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As I applied the layers of silicon. . .immense quantities of oil gushed out from underneath. . .sometimes it even dripped down all over the outside of the mold from microscopic holes. All three molds, behaved the same way. I was crushed. All that work and there was no way they were salvageable. I couldn't imagine the silicon could cure next to the greasy mess my sculptures had become! So I abandoned them. . .all of them. In fact, I sort of abandoned sculpting altogether for awhile as well. It really is soul crushing to put that much work into something only to have it ruined through your own stupidity. So the three molds sat there. . .oozing oil and depressing the heck out of me for an entire year. <br />
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Before Breyerfest this year, I had decided I needed to throw them all out and get rid of the constant reminder of what I had lost. About 2 weeks before we were supposed to leave for Kentucky, my Sister Sheri Wirtz was poking around the mold room in my Parents basement. She asked me if I wanted her to help me finish the three molds and see if we could get anything out of them. (Sheri has been making Dad's molds for years and years now, so if anyone could do it, she could) I was reluctant to even try. . .it was just too depressing to even imagine having confirmation of what I'd been worried about all along. She insisted though, and we set aside a couple of days to make the plaster shells and try to see if there was anything salvageable under all that greasy silicon. <br />
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As we peeled off the molds, I was surprised to see that, while the clay had transformed into something that felt like congealed beef fat. . .the silicon was firm and there appeared to be visible detail on the surface! We pressed on and after a lengthy cleaning process (which ended with me having to rinse out the molds with nail polish remover to get rid of the nasty grease) we were ready to pour resin and see what we had! I was a complete wreck. . .with every promising sign. . .there came exponentially more doubt that things would turn out okay. It was because of my rampant pessimism that I almost managed to mangle what turned out to be the only resin copy of Nagmificent in existence! LOL! <br />
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Because we make our molds in halves (for pouring wax for bronze casting) there is the matter of plugging the bottoms of the feet to make sure the resin doesn't come pouring out as soon as we pour it in. I am always concerned that the resin hasn't made it's way into the lower legs because it's been blocked by trapped air. It was this very same doubt that compelled me to pull the wood block away that had been sealing off the hoof bottoms before the resin had had a chance to cure completely. Imagine my surprise to see that not only were both hooves there, in their entirety. . .but that they were still attached to the wood block I had just pulled about a half an inch away from the mold! AAAGGHHH! I had stretched his front legs out like warm taffy and all I could think to do was to slam the block back into place and pray. . . Amazingly, as we demolded the legs first, we could see that everything was fine! Whew! But as we went further up the legs the mold began to resist parting from the resin. I had prepared all of the molds with the same mold release spray but that front half had a mind of it's own. The resin on the torso, neck, and head had simply become one with the silicon. So, there was my Sister, sitting there for more than an hour, sweating buckets as she “skinned” my resin out of it’s mold with an Exacto knife. <br />
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When all was said and done, the mold was completely destroyed, but I had a useable copy of my sculpture. So. . .there is still a lot of prep work to do on Nagmificent. . .but, I can finally say with 100% certainty that he will be offered as a resin edition very soon!Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-44941857161565825602013-10-23T05:41:00.001-05:002013-10-23T05:41:33.558-05:00The rumors are true! <br />
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Yes folks, I am STILL alive! Contrary to what the lack of activity on this blog might lead you to believe, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, yet. Actually, there is a far more interesting rumor I need to tell you about. . . I'll have to start at the beginning though. . .<br />
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Back in 2004 when I released Persia and Bidjar, I still had my old website with the lame hand-coded html. In the past 9 years I've been through 2 more versions of that website. I've still got the remnants of the old sites hanging around on my computer though, because I never throw anything out (just ask my Family.) So, last year, I was puttering about on my computer when I discovered the skeleton of the old Persia and Bidjar sale page. All that was left was the copy I'd written back in 2004, where I announced that they would be produced in an edition of 200. DOH! I suddenly remembered that I had set the edition higher than usual to account for people ordering them separately. I figured it might be difficult to have enough sets for the people that wanted them if either the mare or the foal sold more as single pieces. Good planning, right?<br />
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But, 2 websites, a brain fart, and a few years later I had closed the edition on both of them at 150 like all of our other Traditional resins. After 8 years though, I was still getting messages every few weeks from people pleading with me to sell any copies that I might have of these resins. So, I made the decision to go ahead and do one more mold run on the set. I originally said there would be 200 of each of them and now there will be.<br />
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Persia is the same as before, except that now she will be hollow cast. This suggestion from Randy Buckler has proven to be a VERY good one as each cast is wonderfully clean and free of the previous molding and pouring issues!<br />
I am selling them as a set for $300. and separately for $200. (Persia) and $100 (Bidjar) with shipping to be determined by your location. If you are interested in acquiring either or both of them, let me know your zip code or country and I can let you know what shipping would be. <br />
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<br />Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-38360653516959780662012-04-10T02:54:00.000-05:002012-04-10T02:54:35.614-05:00The long sad silence. . .<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tx87dTWC7g4/T4PZFg_s6VI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Mnft4B3tq58/s1600/Copy+of+Picture+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tx87dTWC7g4/T4PZFg_s6VI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Mnft4B3tq58/s320/Copy+of+Picture+006.jpg" width="320" /></a> In more than 15 years I hadn't been able to eat a meal in my own home without being hounded by his constant barking and begging. . .and now everything is too. . .too quiet. <br />
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When his heart went bad, they only gave him 6 to 12 months to live. . .he enjoyed 39 extra months instead. . .it was still too short.<br />
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For the last 3 years he refused to sleep at night, preferring to wander about restlessly between 3 and 6 am. If he couldn't sleep, neither could I. . .2 months later. . .and I still can't sleep until the sun comes up.<br />
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His medication regimen was all consuming, 6 pills a day. . . taken right from my hand, like a treat. No bribing, no hiding, no forcing. . . I see the bottles now and have a momentary flash of anxiety that I've forgotten to give him a dose.<br />
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He slept under the edge of my pillow every night. His soft breathing a reassuring sound. His silky fur always just inches away. . .out of habit, I still reach out to pet him when I'm half asleep. . .<br />
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He was my tiny little Rock of Gibralter, a dependable, cheerful, and devoted soul whose love and affection could never be equaled. He only weighed 5 pounds but he left a hole in my heart that will never quite heal over. <br />
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>I dedicate this silly and sappy poem to my friend Melissa G. who met Beebo for the first time in a crowded hallway during a convention in a Kentucky Hotel. Like everyone else that got to know this little red-headed pup, she was a lifelong admirer. :^)</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</b></u></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">We met by happenstance, one day</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">An accident, you and I</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Escape was made, but I got lost,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">my owner trying to spy.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">You scooped me up and brought me home</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">to the room that called my name</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">I charmed you with my svelt good looks,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Your heart I would lay claim.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">My name was Beebo, Beebs for short</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">A mind all of my own.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">But for everyone that held me close</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Affection was always shown.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">A life so grand, well travelled, full</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Carried me through the years.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">You inquired always, how I was</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Remembered me so dear.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">But time would slow these furry feet</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Adventures far between</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">My world grew smaller, my eyesight dim</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Content with old routines</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">When finally my day to rest </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Crept up quite suddenly</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bathed in tears and cradled with love,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">I let go reluctantly.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">So, remember me, and bring me home</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">When next time, you and I </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Cross our paths and we meet again</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">In that hallway in the sky.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lA32w_Ot_28/T4PZHP05sDI/AAAAAAAAAtI/tzp4HhGjyyY/s1600/beeboglasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lA32w_Ot_28/T4PZHP05sDI/AAAAAAAAAtI/tzp4HhGjyyY/s320/beeboglasses.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Goodbye my beautiful Bibelot, Beebo, Beebs, Beeno, Boopy, Pooh-bee, Beano-reano, Hup-puppy, Hooby, Hum-tummy, Bumpy. . .my beloved Bee. Keep the bed warm for me until I get there. . .</div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-17536341716155156692011-09-10T03:52:00.000-05:002011-09-10T03:52:16.366-05:00Enough is enough. . .or at least it *should* be!Here are a couple of things that remind me of my work space. . .<br />
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</div>I'm taking a break from organizing my studio. Given my past track record, this is a job that I am apparently incapable of completing, no matter how hard I try. In my entire life, I have never. . .EVER. . .had a well organized and efficient space to work in. I've tried to fool myself by saying I'm one of those people that thrives in a messy environment. (rolls eyes) That's just what slobs say to make themselves feel better. . .even though it doesn't really work.<br />
As I sit here and look around me, I am struck by the assortment of items that have invaded my studio that have no business being here in the first place. This is a 10 x 10 foot room which contains the items I rely on to create my art and thus, my livelihood, yet it also contains the cast offs of the entire house. Unused furniture, storage containers overflowing with heaven only knows what, Karate trophies, wedding gifts from 10 years ago, even my Father-In-Law's *ashes!* <br />
The worst part is that I can't blame anyone but myself! Not only did I agree to let these things invade my space. . .I put most of them in here myself. So, now I'm stuck with the sad realization that if *I* don't respect the importance of this space, how can I possibly imagine anyone else to? It's time to stand up for myself. . . it's time to stand up TO myself! <br />
No matter how many times I tell myself, "it's just a temporary solution" to put miscellaneous items in here, it just isn't true. These things stay here, and they interfere with my work and my psyche. I'd like to imagine that I'm best suited to a world of chaos, but experience tells me I'm most definitely NOT. Every time I try to do any work, I find myself playing with a 10 x 10 foot version of that slide puzzle, or finding moronic "solutions" like Ernie! No wonder I don't seem to be able to get anything done! It's easier to ignore everything in here than to deal with any part of it.<br />
I have to keep trying though, so I will start to slide these pieces around again. . .and I will drag everything out of the closet so I can stash the large dresser in there, I will move the storage containers to the basement to be dealt with another day, and I will take my Father-In-Law's remains and put them someplace more appropriate. . .perhaps in the sugar bowl? Oh wait. . .that's where the cookies are. . .<br />
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P.S. these ball bearings are a perfect size to be used when sculpting 1/9th scale horses. If you don't need 100 of them, the same seller sells them piece by piece for .25 each.<br />
<iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thepaddock&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B004YL32W4&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-17286154891533581372011-05-03T17:47:00.000-05:002011-05-03T17:47:09.552-05:00Mental Exercise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SehJydLag10/TcCAsQ8LlQI/AAAAAAAAAss/Cq4MCbM4mdw/s1600/medallion1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SehJydLag10/TcCAsQ8LlQI/AAAAAAAAAss/Cq4MCbM4mdw/s320/medallion1.jpg" width="222" /></a></div>In the interest of stepping outside my comfort zone, without leaving the vicinity completely, I decided that I wanted to work on something that has been a stumbling block for me for a very long time. The perspective involved in doing a 3/4 front view horse head in 2-D can be (and I think I'm not alone in this feeling) daunting, to say the least! <br />
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Because I have always been a sculptor at heart, I would prefer to pick up clay over a pencil any day! Of course, the sly trick (or crutch, as it may be) that I've relied upon in sculpting, is the fact that when you're working in 3-D. . .the perspective takes care of itself.<br />
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So, a low relief sculpture seemed to be a good compromise. I get to play with clay and it's a whole lot easier to repeatedly erase things without worrying about tearing up the paper!<br />
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I'm a long way from being finished with this, but it's empowering to confront something that I've been avoiding. It's difficult to be a complete artist when the mere mention of certain subject matter makes your anxiety level jump up a notch. The only solution is to jump in with both feet and do it until it doesn't bother you any more. Next up on my list of things I avoid sculpting or drawing. . .People. . .<shudder.></shudder.>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-7188485455089868972011-02-16T02:32:00.000-06:002011-02-16T02:32:04.900-06:00Five seconds of fame!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LffeEHK2vU/TVuIl3vQ1SI/AAAAAAAAAsg/4JLqwPAd5_E/s1600/screenshot1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BjzOwwCEgWk/TVuIm8CkhqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/wAqlbdA3cYU/s1600/screenshot2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BjzOwwCEgWk/TVuIm8CkhqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/wAqlbdA3cYU/s640/screenshot2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Okay, I LOVE watching American Pickers on History Channel and if there could be one thing to make me love the show even more. . .it has just happened! They were doing a pick to decorate the office of Bill and Liz Shatner's new country house. <br />
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The show can been seen in it's entirety here: <a href="http://www.history.com/shows/american-pickers/videos/playlists/season-2-full-episodes#american-pickers-they-boldly-go">http://www.history.com/shows/american-pickers/videos/playlists/season-2-full-episodes#american-pickers-they-boldly-go</a> Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-17695949693057337712010-11-23T15:18:00.000-06:002010-11-23T15:18:23.036-06:00Hear ye! Hear ye!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After MUCH confusion, a rather large hullabaloo, a touch of brouhaha, a smidgen of mayhem, and a pinch of pandemonium. . .I finally managed to get a website published again at <a href="http://www.boguckiresins.com/">www.boguckiresins.com</a></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TOwt7NpZWVI/AAAAAAAAAsU/EQnitaNYkIs/s1600/pip11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TOwt7NpZWVI/AAAAAAAAAsU/EQnitaNYkIs/s320/pip11.jpg" width="298" /></a><br />
Now, it's not 100% finished yet, *but* I've found a web design program that's easy to use so I won't feel an overwhelming sense of hopeless dread every time I need to update something.<br />
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Of course, the reason for this whole headache was that I needed to get a page up for <a href="http://www.boguckiresins.com/">Pipsqueak</a> so I could officially release him and now that I've accomplished that. . . I'm going to bed so I can have nightmares about something other than my website for a change! ;^PKatherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-54814473180873608212010-11-20T05:54:00.000-06:002010-11-20T05:54:06.221-06:00Dammit Jim, I'm a sculptor, not a web designer!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TOe2aV4NBOI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/giHP1vvI400/s1600/Mccoy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TOe2aV4NBOI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/giHP1vvI400/s1600/Mccoy.jpg" /></a></div>Yes folks I am ALL ready to "officially" release the new resin edition. . .*except* I've now discovered that, as a result of not touching my website since 2007 (I even had to get a new password for my server because my old one was deemed to be lacking in capital letters, numbers, and symbols) I have completely forgotten how to use the, now defunct, Frontpage 2000 program that the whole thing was created in! Ack! <br />
So, here I sit, revamping my website and praying that the whole thing uploads smoothly, when the time comes, so I can get on with my life! ha!Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-22646051349281615282010-11-07T05:33:00.003-06:002010-11-07T06:00:43.176-06:00Have I mentioned that I have a problem?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TNaPU4AR7oI/AAAAAAAAArw/i2CXgFW2GUo/s1600/2step2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TNaPU4AR7oI/AAAAAAAAArw/i2CXgFW2GUo/s320/2step2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536770380692319874" /></a>Yes, I have a problem sticking to one project and finishing it before I start another. But, in my defense, I had a good reason to start this little monster before sending the mini Warchant (aka:Pipsqueak) off to the caster. <div><br /></div><div>I've wanted to make a fighting partner for Warchant ever since I did the original, 8 years ago. As you've probably guessed. . . I never got around to doing that. </div><div><br /></div><div>I couldn't decide on the right pose. I *should* have sculpted Warchant and "friend" at the same time so I could have had more control over the interaction between the two of them. Instead, I sculpted Warchant on his own and, as a result, could never really figure out where another horse would fit into the scenario. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, now I have a rare opportunity here to play around with ideas without committing to a larger sculpture. Best case scenario is that I get something worthwhile out of the exercise and can execute the larger sculpture I always meant to do. . . at the worst, I could end up with a little herd of angry mustangs and a whole lot of valuable experience in doing small thumbnail studies. </div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TNaO1vvDmuI/AAAAAAAAAro/0dC6zNkd9nk/s320/2step1.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536769845896649442" /></div><div> Seems like a win win situation either way. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, just this once, I don't feel all that bad for letting myself get sidetracked. At least the mini Warchant is all finished! He will be headed to the caster sometime this week, after he's had his publicity photos taken and provided me with enough comparative measurements to be certain that this little bug eyed beastie will be the same size. </div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-15441747878482465982010-09-26T08:37:00.007-05:002010-09-26T09:07:08.487-05:00Pick. . .pick. . .nit-pickety pick!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TJ9SFKcZonI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ybld8snzdsM/s1600/pipsqueak+024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TJ9SFKcZonI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ybld8snzdsM/s320/pipsqueak+024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521221916835816050" /></a>Yes, I'm STILL working on this little guy! Epoxy is definitely not the medium for me! I have SUCH a hard time getting myself revved up to sculpt. . .and when I can only sculpt for 15 or 20 minutes at a time, I have to keep starting over at the lowest point on my motivation scale. :^\Silly me was thinking all along that it was the Epoxy slowing me down. Sadly, it's ME slowing me down! Haha!<div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TJ9S-m7FqcI/AAAAAAAAArY/zNRT5vTL0VA/s320/pipsqueak+023.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521222903733266882" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Any sensible person would keep track of the passage of time and get right back on it after an hour or so had passed and the new epoxy was out of danger of being smushed. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But not me. . .nope, I put the little horse down (frequently someplace I won't be able to remember by the time I think to start working again,) . . . start playing on Facebook. . . answer a few emails . . . check what's on TV. . .watch a movie . . . watch another movie. . . have a snack . . . take a nap. . . snack some more. . . decide it'll be better to just work on the horse more tomorrow because then the epoxy will be nice and hard (It's</div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TJ9Sav2lWPI/AAAAAAAAArI/5AUdKTVvnnI/s320/pipsqueak+021.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521222287655000306" /><div> already been cured for 5 hours, ya knucklehead!) YAWN! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah, so, I can try to blame the epoxy all I want. . .I know the truth, and it's not very flattering. :^P In spite of all this though, the little guy is actually getting close to being finished. So, I thought I'd put up a few more photos to prove it. ;^P</div></div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-14590141902044430212010-08-11T05:06:00.009-05:002010-08-11T05:56:17.233-05:00Back to WORK!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TGJ_v85_38I/AAAAAAAAAqg/YYvRK_-4tpI/s1600/new1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TGJ_v85_38I/AAAAAAAAAqg/YYvRK_-4tpI/s320/new1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504102156380135362" /></a><span><span>O.K. so, I admit that it takes me awhile to recover from finishing a sculpture. It's obviously more mental than anything else. The life-size things I've assisted Dad with involved actual physical recuperation when we were done, but this small scale stuff, not so much. Regardless, I still have a bad habit of taking long breaks between projects. Something weird happens when you work like a maniac on something and then it's just . . .gone. The recent Saddlebred has been a prime example of this. It's actually been driving me a little buggy that I haven't had a chance to see anything 100% finished yet. Even though my part is done, I feel like it's still a work in progress that I no longer have any control over. I think that when I see a painted one, in plastic and one in resin, I will finally be able to let it go. Hopefully that will be very soon!</span></span><div><span><span><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TGJ_8WO9tuI/AAAAAAAAAqo/-z99yN-C1gE/s320/new2.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504102369337390818" /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>In the mean time, I've revisited that wiry fellow from last year. I didn't want to completely lose my sculpting momentum to this post-project depression, so I started up again and was pleasantly surprised at how nicely he came along. </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>Some of you got a chance to see him in Kentucky last month but for the rest of you, I will simply provide these blurry detail shots. I'm not trying to be annoyingly coy by only showing teaser pics. . .I seriously couldn't take any better photos at the moment. It's 5 am, the flash isn't doing me any favors, and the lighting in here is terrible. </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>S0, why am I posting any photos at all? Because I'm sitting here with this new post started in my blog and if I wait until I can get better photos, I might not get around to it for another month or so!</span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span>In the immortal words of Bob Ross. . ."remember, this is your world, and you decide where the trees go." . . .and, given the context, if that makes any sense to you, then you need sleep even more than I do! ;^P</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TGJ8inJrx_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/QSwtlwIbMrM/s1600/new1.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TGJ8inJrx_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/QSwtlwIbMrM/s1600/new1.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span><span><span><span></span></span></span></span></span></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TGJ8inJrx_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/QSwtlwIbMrM/s1600/new1.jpg"><br /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TGJ8inJrx_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/QSwtlwIbMrM/s1600/new1.jpg"><br /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TGJ8inJrx_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/QSwtlwIbMrM/s1600/new1.jpg"><br /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TGJ8inJrx_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/QSwtlwIbMrM/s1600/new1.jpg"><br /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TGJ8inJrx_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/QSwtlwIbMrM/s1600/new1.jpg"><br /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TGJ8inJrx_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/QSwtlwIbMrM/s1600/new1.jpg"><br /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TGJ8inJrx_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/QSwtlwIbMrM/s1600/new1.jpg"><br /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TGJ8inJrx_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/QSwtlwIbMrM/s1600/new1.jpg"><br /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TGJ8inJrx_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/QSwtlwIbMrM/s1600/new1.jpg"><br /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/TGJ8inJrx_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/QSwtlwIbMrM/s1600/new1.jpg"><br /></a></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-81695399893427139562010-05-03T03:44:00.005-05:002010-05-03T04:41:34.654-05:00What in the h*ll is THAT supposed to mean?There's this *thing* that has happened to me for most of my life. I always figured it would stop eventually, but apparently, I was wrong. <br />Frequently, when I am introduced to someone, the person making the introduction says something along these lines,<br /><br />"This is my Daughter/Friend/Sister/Wife/whatever, Kathi, she's an Artist."<br />(I'm not sure why that needed to be included)<br /><br />Then the person being introduced does some sort of variation on,<br /><br />"<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ohhhhh</span>, how *interesting.*"<br />(I think they might have actually rolled their eyes)<br /><br />At which point, for some completely unknown reason, the person introducing me feels the need to add. . .<br />"She's VERY creative/talented/artistic/insert some other awkward adjective.<br /><br />THIS is when the *thing* happens. The other person says something like,<br /><br />"I can tell!"<br />(cringe)<br /><br />O.K., when I was a kid, this wasn't so weird. I usually was sitting nearby actually drawing something. You know, it's cute, a little girl drawing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">horsies</span> in a notebook. I get that. <br /><br />Even later, when I was a teenager, trying desperately to "express myself." When they said "I can tell!" It might have had something to do with my <em>unusual</em> fashion sense or possibly the fact that I frequently had spiderwebs or hearts drawn on select areas of my face in black liquid eyeliner. I get that. It makes sense.<br /><br />But this happened to me AGAIN 2 weeks ago. <br /><br />"This is Jim's wife, Kathi." <em>Oh please, don't say it.</em> "She's an Artist." <em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Doh</span>!</em><br /><em></em><br />"Oh <em><strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">reeeeally</span></strong></em>?" <em>Ugh, let's leave it at that, O.K.?</em><br /><em></em><br />"She's VERY talented." <em>Seriously, we're gonna do this?</em><br /><em></em><br />"I can see that!" <em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aaaaaand</span> , there it is.</em><br /><em></em><br />It was all I could do to keep myself from grabbing this woman and asking her what in the world THAT was supposed to mean!! I looked like any other slightly plump, middle aged, woman, in Shape-ups, blue jeans, and a standard issue Wisconsin winter coat! What does that mean? It still makes me feel creepy, just writing about it. Granted, that whole brief exchange is weird, so it isn't surprising that it ends on such an awkward note. <br />It shouldn't bother me. I know that people are proud of me and they want other people to know what I do. I think the heart of the matter stems from the fact that when someone says they're an artist, it evokes a lot of different images. For all they know I could be sitting in the corner of my basement, gluing silk flowers on the cat. Maybe they think I'm one of those "artists" that gets a government grant to spend my days in coffee houses acting moody and my nights rolling around naked on canvasses covered in chocolate pudding. Everyone has a different idea of what an artist is, so I guess I can't blame them for sounding patronizing. <br />Maybe it's time I got the tattoo I've been wanting for so long. I had originally wanted a nice, discreet, little octopus in an easily covered location, but I could always make the facial cobwebs permanent instead. Then I wouldn't have to wonder any longer what people mean when they say "I can tell." heh! <br /><em></em><br /><em></em>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-15876385816347156612010-04-08T23:13:00.004-05:002010-04-08T23:30:50.757-05:00Back on his own two feet. . .and tail.<div> Well, thank goodness everything came together the way I hoped it would. He can stand up all on his own without any armature holding him there. *whew* It seems like he'll be nice and stable (yuk yuk) and no more "tipsy" than the average model horse. ;^P</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457986521070922834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S76p0sFNbFI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Xud1tHsCvNA/s320/resin1.jpg" />I know it shouldn't have been such a concern. Three points touching isn't a new concept in model horsedom. It's a totally new thing in Kathi Boguckidom though. I've only done two sculptures that didn't have bases (well, four if you want to count the two that are laying down) and both of those had all four on the floor. So, I still had my concerns that it would balance correctly and not go crashing over sideways. . .or worse *forwards!* Anyhow, this one is off to the prepper for that smooth finishing touch. In the mean time, I'm casting one more to become this one's brother from another mother. . .mold. Har har! Sorry about that. . . I'm feeling a wee bit punchy tonight. :^o</div><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457986398868982946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S76ptk1_zKI/AAAAAAAAAp4/pkur17bgIFc/s320/resin2.jpg" /></div></div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-33789856227139169542010-04-06T04:13:00.013-05:002010-04-06T05:41:11.255-05:00Mold growth. . .. . .O.K., so actually a better name for this would be mold deconstruction (the reason for which I'll get to in a second) but that doesn't sound as catchy. I have to put in a disclaimer right from the start: <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>This is in NO WAY intended to be an instructional on doing a mold.</strong></span> I actually hesitated to even include these photographs for fear I might get an angry email from someone telling me how they destroyed their sculpture trying to use our "technique." My Father learned moldmaking from various people, umpteen years ago. I learned everything I know (And I'm STILL learning) from him. This is NOT the best way to make a mold. . .this is just how we do it. We are entirely aware that there are many different materials and methods out there that could make the whole process go smoother *but* this is what works for us and we have stuck to it rather than risk an accident while trying to experiment with something new. </disclaimer><br /><div align="center">Anyhow, I'll do my best, as I go, to answer the questions that I'm guessing you might have while looking at these pictures.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456952216050525938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S7r9INn45vI/AAAAAAAAApw/1AtZh_p1ujs/s320/mold1.jpg" />This is the clay sculpture covered with the flexible silicone mold. The layers are carefully applied one at a time, allowing them to cure between coatings. We alternate colors to ensure an even coat and usually do 6 layers or more.<br />I have to apologize for the fact that I have no photos of the plaster mold going on. . .just photos of it coming off. Admittedly, I am a total nutcase during moldmaking and my nerves kept me from remembering I was supposed to be documenting this. :^\ Why so nervous? Wellllll. . . I've heard a LOT of stories from Dad about all the things that can go wrong and, even though he has a magician's touch with getting things to work even in the most dire of situations, I always have the fear that *this* time everything is just going to go KABLOOEY!</div><div align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456952094741263554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S7r9BJtgdMI/AAAAAAAAApo/JJg1VAXBZu0/s320/mold2.jpg" />Yes, those are the magic artist hands up there in that pic. That block o' stuff on the horse there is the plaster mother mold. It gives a rigid backing to the flexible inner mold so that anything cast in it comes out shaped like it's supposed to and not like some sort of funhouse mirror version of the sculpture. The plaster is put on in four main sections using clay walls to contain each part until the plaster dries. (I am *really* sorry I don't have pics of that, it'll have to remain a mystery until another occasion arises to make a mold) Needless to say, it's an incredibly messy process that ends with everything and everyone covered in plaster and pottery clay. <br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951923239237666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S7r83K0POCI/AAAAAAAAApg/X5ceagtvflo/s320/mold3.jpg" /></div><div align="center"> In this photo the first quarter has been removed. The brown stuff around the edges of the horse is clay left behind from the wall that supported the plaster on the opposite side before the final quarter was done. <br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951795256486978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S7r8vuCxbEI/AAAAAAAAApY/eei2iCZIfBU/s320/mold4.jpg" />Front half of the mold successfully removed. *whew* There is potential at this stage for the mold to lock up and refuse to come off smoothly so it's always a welcome sight to see things coming apart relatively easily!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951649036814946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S7r8nNVSSmI/AAAAAAAAApQ/nNZRFfDsX44/s320/mold5.jpg" />No, your moniter doesn't need adjusting, it really is pink. We brush the whole piece down with a parting agent to help the mold come away from the silicone and keep the plaster sections from sticking to each other. Because we end up with what is essentially a big lump of plaster when the mother mold is complete, the color is added to make it easier to find the partings between the sections when we first remove them like we are doing in these photos. Scrape, scrape, scrape. . . look for the hairline of pink color. . .insert knife edge. . .tap tap. . .pry *gently* apart.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951504384928674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S7r8eydlq6I/AAAAAAAAApI/Ekfgpa-m3v8/s320/mold6.jpg" /></div><div align="center"> Pulling away section number three. Almost there!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951325106555250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S7r8UWmSyXI/AAAAAAAAApA/gPU4Alx4os8/s320/mold7.jpg" />This is good. . .everything came off o.k. with only a tiny bit of cracking in an inconsequential spot.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951183642257202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S7r8MHmk5zI/AAAAAAAAAo4/hBw6n25OnaM/s320/mold8.jpg" />THIS is why I am an anxious mess while the mold is in process. When you use a soft oil base clay, your original is destroyed. If something terrible goes wrong with the mold (and it hasn't yet <knocks> at least not where all was lost) the sculpture would be a total loss. Back to the sculpting stand, do it all over again, completely blow your deadline and any deadlines anyone else has riding on it. . . this is why I wish I could be tranquilized through the entire molding process. <br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456951030807436178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S7r8DOP6m5I/AAAAAAAAAow/SB1afMvwobM/s320/mold9.jpg" /></div><div align="center"> The back half, removed from the clay, scrubbed and ready to cast into. What? Hmm? Why is it cut in half? I'm glad you asked! Our molds are made for wax casting to be used for lost wax bronze casting. To make bronzes that are hollow inside, you first need waxes that are hollow inside, and the only way to do that is to cut the sculpture up so that hot wax can be poured in and then poured out again. For a small piece like this, cutting it in half is enough. . .a larger piece might be cut into as many as 6 separate pieces. . .Wazzat? Oh, you're wondering why I've got a wax pouring mold made that's going to give me half horses when what I really needed was a resin casting mold that would produce it all in one piece? <br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456950741437964882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S7r7yYQ24lI/AAAAAAAAAoo/yDVEPSJfv2I/s320/mold10.jpg" />Yeah, remember in the beginning when I said this was just how we do it? Yup, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. ;^P It turns out that we can pour casting resin into these molds too. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456950630936646818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S7r7r8nSlKI/AAAAAAAAAog/hXdGo6GeBs8/s320/mold11.jpg" /> So, even though this horse isn't destined to be done in bronze, the mold will still do the job.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456950507348599890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S7r7kwNmpFI/AAAAAAAAAoY/FbwZDQBNxC4/s320/mold12.jpg" />Right here. . . the moment I can breathe easy. One hard copy, in hand, a good casting. I'm finally relaxed for the first time in more than a week. Look at the mess he's laying in though! It was a rough time bringing him back into the world in this new form! </div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-88925782064097141912010-03-17T04:09:00.015-05:002010-03-17T04:30:53.023-05:00more assorted photos. . .. . .because there are few things I love more than a finished clay. :^D For some reason, my little point and shoot camera was able to capture these 2 (much nicer than the digital SLR) photos . . .I have no idea how this happened since the other pics I took with it were garbage. Happy little accident I guess.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6Ce874-ybI/AAAAAAAAAoI/XAzyeEwb6d8/s1600-h/final15.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449530318824327602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6Ce874-ybI/AAAAAAAAAoI/XAzyeEwb6d8/s320/final15.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CcwIpUCRI/AAAAAAAAAnY/TrlTVP5uBR4/s1600-h/final16.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449527899886717202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CcwIpUCRI/AAAAAAAAAnY/TrlTVP5uBR4/s320/final16.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CdGcw-J8I/AAAAAAAAAno/djAVoGbt5Xk/s1600-h/final14.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449528283244668866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CdGcw-J8I/AAAAAAAAAno/djAVoGbt5Xk/s320/final14.jpg" /></a>Look Ma, no wires! Had to clean him up a bit with Paint Shop to see how he'll look without his supports. </div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CdPMWjE5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/nn-d85GKk_I/s1600-h/final13.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449528433457697682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CdPMWjE5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/nn-d85GKk_I/s320/final13.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CdZcm57ZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/ZlDIhDp068o/s1600-h/compare1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449528609619963282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CdZcm57ZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/ZlDIhDp068o/s320/compare1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>For any of my collectors that are familiar with my Dozen Roses resin, I thought it would be fun to put the two together for a side by side comparison. I can't wait to see these new guys painted up and in the show ring!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CdkR5NA9I/AAAAAAAAAoA/7SOnIsmoUZY/s1600-h/compare2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449528795722482642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CdkR5NA9I/AAAAAAAAAoA/7SOnIsmoUZY/s320/compare2.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div></div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-48866761543484049272010-03-17T03:42:00.016-05:002010-03-17T04:08:21.455-05:00Glamour shots<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CYg6P3nOI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/zA6TU4pQLgs/s1600-h/final14.jpg"></a> <div><div>Here he is from several different angles.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CYLlLhi0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/CTa5S5y_Snk/s1600-h/final12.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449522873844730690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CYLlLhi0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/CTa5S5y_Snk/s320/final12.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CX8j9n6dI/AAAAAAAAAm4/kYojDIH28DQ/s1600-h/final11.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449522615819954642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CX8j9n6dI/AAAAAAAAAm4/kYojDIH28DQ/s320/final11.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CWe-O6TII/AAAAAAAAAlo/VMhHPSpWfcM/s1600-h/final1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449521007964081282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CWe-O6TII/AAAAAAAAAlo/VMhHPSpWfcM/s320/final1.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CXayihlmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Z-a5xoxQD9E/s1600-h/final7.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449522035617273442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CXayihlmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Z-a5xoxQD9E/s320/final7.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CXQYyJc0I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/b0tXN4mNFR4/s1600-h/final6.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449521856904786754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CXQYyJc0I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/b0tXN4mNFR4/s320/final6.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CXQYyJc0I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/b0tXN4mNFR4/s1600-h/final6.jpg"></a></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CXQYyJc0I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/b0tXN4mNFR4/s1600-h/final6.jpg"></a></div><div></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CWe-O6TII/AAAAAAAAAlo/VMhHPSpWfcM/s1600-h/final1.jpg"></a></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CXiO0rFmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/o04Het0sakQ/s1600-h/final8.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449522163468670562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CXiO0rFmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/o04Het0sakQ/s320/final8.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CWw9eeUdI/AAAAAAAAAl4/rxJstYPwpOA/s1600-h/final3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449521316998566354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CWw9eeUdI/AAAAAAAAAl4/rxJstYPwpOA/s320/final3.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CXsZdeh7I/AAAAAAAAAmo/mc73eKV4dAE/s1600-h/final9.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449522338122860466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CXsZdeh7I/AAAAAAAAAmo/mc73eKV4dAE/s320/final9.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CXayihlmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Z-a5xoxQD9E/s1600-h/final7.jpg"></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CX0Ska4JI/AAAAAAAAAmw/oL8_QJkzRmM/s1600-h/final10.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449522473711886482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CX0Ska4JI/AAAAAAAAAmw/oL8_QJkzRmM/s320/final10.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-59413104162206169592010-03-17T03:12:00.008-05:002010-03-17T03:33:27.111-05:00Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand DONE!At some point, in the bleak, early morning hours, I decided it was finished. Obviously, more little things would present themselves between this moment and when the first coat of rubber went on. . .but, for this one glorious instant, I finally believed it was done. Yay me.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CPoPtgj8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/iiLaDtYSP7A/s1600-h/finished.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449513470693248962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CPoPtgj8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/iiLaDtYSP7A/s320/finished.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CQqvlRvbI/AAAAAAAAAlg/oQFwPiJZQ48/s1600-h/finishedside1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449514613120023986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CQqvlRvbI/AAAAAAAAAlg/oQFwPiJZQ48/s320/finishedside1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CQqvlRvbI/AAAAAAAAAlg/oQFwPiJZQ48/s1600-h/finishedside1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CQqvlRvbI/AAAAAAAAAlg/oQFwPiJZQ48/s1600-h/finishedside1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CQh8pY94I/AAAAAAAAAlY/b1CkTb67uOI/s1600-h/finishedside2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449514462008113026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6CQh8pY94I/AAAAAAAAAlY/b1CkTb67uOI/s320/finishedside2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div></div></div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-51246764466627563612010-03-17T02:00:00.003-05:002010-03-17T02:15:36.307-05:00The mane event. . .<div>. . .o.k. so it wasn't actually as much an "event" as it was a dull evening wherein the mane was finished. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6B_zn-o0fI/AAAAAAAAAk4/cD8zU-iZGi8/s1600-h/25side1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449496074000060914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S6B_zn-o0fI/AAAAAAAAAk4/cD8zU-iZGi8/s320/25side1.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>After looking at the enlarged version of this photo I came to a sad but true fact about my work habits. I just do NOT enjoy doing lower legs and hooves. I used to think that I was pretty even keeled about how I went from area to area on a sculpt, eventually ending in a grand (haha) flourish at an eartip and officially declaring it a masterpiece. But, as an instant gratfication sort of gal, I obviously do the same thing when I work as I do in everyday life. I leave the crummy jobs til absolute last. :^\ So. . .it's all downhill from this point. Lower legs, here I come. Blah.</div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-55511281448938900352010-02-17T23:18:00.007-06:002010-02-17T23:43:47.390-06:00Time to tell the tale of the tall tail.<div>Or would that be the tall tale of a timely tail? </div><div>Well, no matter how you say it . . .there's a tail on the way. I thought I should get this underway just in case the people who hate bases on models were about to stage some sort of riot. Haha! </div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3zRNCuA9LI/AAAAAAAAAkw/1U9vUzda0YQ/s1600-h/23side1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439452471955092658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3zRNCuA9LI/AAAAAAAAAkw/1U9vUzda0YQ/s320/23side1.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3zREZLe_-I/AAAAAAAAAko/dvE7s7TK_NU/s1600-h/23side2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439452323365453794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3zREZLe_-I/AAAAAAAAAko/dvE7s7TK_NU/s320/23side2.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Indeed, he will be balanced by this looong tail. Saddlebreds are one of the few breeds where an artist can get away with this realistically. The challenge is trying to sculpt it in a way that it doesn't end up looking like a malformed fifth leg. </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3zQ7GfQyOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/scRGRtqI7wo/s1600-h/24side1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439452163729311970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3zQ7GfQyOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/scRGRtqI7wo/s320/24side1.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3zQzvpVyoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/D2xYPPb0i3M/s1600-h/24side2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439452037338483330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3zQzvpVyoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/D2xYPPb0i3M/s320/24side2.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3zQzvpVyoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/D2xYPPb0i3M/s1600-h/24side2.jpg"></a> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3zQsAuTL3I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/TNPcmtBJkD0/s1600-h/24side3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439451904483733362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3zQsAuTL3I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/TNPcmtBJkD0/s320/24side3.jpg" /></a>It's definitely well underway, but I won't know how effective it is as a steady third point until I have a resin prototype in my hands. Then I will be able to play with the angles and tweak it so it isn't "tippy."<br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-82427875852403323472010-02-17T06:19:00.004-06:002010-02-17T06:23:14.321-06:00Blah blah blah. . .<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3vfTZSfbQI/AAAAAAAAAkI/HJhtrFAZIu0/s1600-h/22side1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439186499278957826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3vfTZSfbQI/AAAAAAAAAkI/HJhtrFAZIu0/s320/22side1.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3vfKTsA70I/AAAAAAAAAkA/vNCYoZYH4Cw/s1600-h/22side2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439186343156576066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3vfKTsA70I/AAAAAAAAAkA/vNCYoZYH4Cw/s320/22side2.jpg" /></a>More of the same. . . *yawn*<br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3vfB9vkzvI/AAAAAAAAAj4/VPDOoHdOKlU/s1600-h/22side3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439186199826976498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3vfB9vkzvI/AAAAAAAAAj4/VPDOoHdOKlU/s320/22side3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Stay tuned. . .</div></div></div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-426315484360085632010-02-15T04:39:00.007-06:002010-02-15T05:13:05.018-06:00There was a lesson in this. . .somewhere. . .<div>. . . but I'm still trying to decide what it was. :^\ Maybe it was the fact that trying to draw and cut out tiny horse bones to scale in the middle of the night is probably not the best use of time? Perhaps it was that little paper horse bones with pins through them don't behave like real bones with actual joints? What about the fact that the diminutive bones may not have been quite diminutive *enough?* There is, of course, always the possibility that this was a good idea that actually DID help. . .just not in the way I thought it was going to. </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3klDrfaK3I/AAAAAAAAAjg/5xpmEgmMLqM/s1600-h/20side2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438418770170882930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3klDrfaK3I/AAAAAAAAAjg/5xpmEgmMLqM/s320/20side2.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3kk8ehp_nI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Rtlg9qaYMKc/s1600-h/20side1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438418646431563378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3kk8ehp_nI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Rtlg9qaYMKc/s320/20side1.jpg" /></a></div><div>The bones lined up reasonably well on the leg I <em>wasn't</em> concerned about but would NOT fit on the other side in any sort of useful way. Hmmmm. Should I be more concerned about the leg where the bones didn't fit. . .or the one where they *did?* hahahaha! My eyes said the raised leg was still the problem since I hadn't been happy with it since the beginning. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3klXjT-yPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/5c90uErtkOE/s1600-h/21side1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438419111572850930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3klXjT-yPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/5c90uErtkOE/s320/21side1.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3klXjT-yPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/5c90uErtkOE/s1600-h/21side1.jpg"></a> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The process of drawing the bones and getting them on the horse must have been useful, in some way or another, because I was FINALLY able to resolve the problem and get that leg looking more natural. <br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3klXjT-yPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/5c90uErtkOE/s1600-h/21side1.jpg"></a></div><div>I'm afraid these progress pics aren't very interesting to look at now that the changes between them are so small. It's probably like doing one of those frustrating games where you're trying to spot the differences between two seemingly identical pictures.</div><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3klQVEFXTI/AAAAAAAAAjo/7-BPLFug-LM/s1600-h/21side2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438418987488992562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3klQVEFXTI/AAAAAAAAAjo/7-BPLFug-LM/s320/21side2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-26408947914885524302010-02-11T13:14:00.007-06:002010-02-11T13:47:58.219-06:00Insert clever post title here. . .Seriously. . . I don't even know what day it is. Very soon I will be all caught up between where I am with the sculpture NOW and what these photos are showing. It's getting hard to remember what I had done when the photos were taken. :^\ <div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RXyHJiEYI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/CHKcL4mSqAQ/s1600-h/18side1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437067168567136642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RXyHJiEYI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/CHKcL4mSqAQ/s320/18side1.jpg" /></a></div><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RXpDF_ZBI/AAAAAAAAAjI/45m9ojp0lTA/s1600-h/18side2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437067012859716626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RXpDF_ZBI/AAAAAAAAAjI/45m9ojp0lTA/s320/18side2.jpg" /></a></div><div></div><div>For instance THIS is where I had stretched his neck out a bit EGADS! Is that <em>sunlight</em> shining through the window? AHHHHHH! It BURNS! It bur. . .oh wait, I guess I'm o.k. Carry on then. . . I'm not liking that rear leg as much as I thought I was. Time to start measuring again. . .</div><div></div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RXb0m2gFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/0zQJkTX54Ks/s1600-h/19side1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437066785632714834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RXb0m2gFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/0zQJkTX54Ks/s320/19side1.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RXU8B0pPI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-i_bdkGlRpY/s1600-h/19side2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437066667365803250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RXU8B0pPI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-i_bdkGlRpY/s320/19side2.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div><div>Huh. . . add this one to the list of things I'm going to have to resculpt. I *thought* I was making a good move with the rear leg. If only there was an "undo" button in real life. *grumble* My Dad had been here at this point, lending a practiced eye and strong moral support. When I told him that I had pulled it's head up to lengthen the neck, he thought it could use some more of the same primitive Chiropractic treatment. Doesn't he look perky now? It's amazing how the smallest changes in length and angle can make such a big difference! Now to apply the same theory to that rear leg. If only these changes weren't opening HUGE cans of worms all over the place. The more correct one area looks. . .the less correct other things look. Because this is a portrait of a specific horse, I have to work within the parameters of that horse's measurements and characteristics. So, at this point, the whole project is like one of those frustrating little puzzles where you have to use that single empty space to slide the little squares around in the bigger square and put them in order. As a matter of fact, you can see right where one of those little squares has been moved in the last two photos. His ears had to be cut out and lifted up to achieve a particular silhouette. So, now he has a delightful Frankenstein's monster-esque skull cap scar. Thank goodness for soft oil clay! It makes these changes a WHOLE lot easier!</div></div></div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-72957463464942267342010-02-11T12:38:00.011-06:002010-02-11T13:14:10.347-06:00'Round and 'round and 'round we go. . .<div>This is the stage where things cease to be terribly enjoyable. . .endless hours of sculpting, rethinking, second guessing, RE-sculpting, and wishing the end was in sight. Unfortunately, it's so far off you can't see too many hints of what the finished horse will actually look like yet.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RRWCOu4fI/AAAAAAAAAig/ITkUaF4GyLQ/s1600-h/16side1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437060089140666866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RRWCOu4fI/AAAAAAAAAig/ITkUaF4GyLQ/s320/16side1.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RRQJ5JoRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VzPqAwLoqtM/s1600-h/16side2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437059988118413586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RRQJ5JoRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VzPqAwLoqtM/s320/16side2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RPI1o8qXI/AAAAAAAAAh4/06u5M27N27c/s1600-h/16side1.jpg"></a><br /><br />Looking a bit better on the right side. . .except for that rear leg (insert sound of me banging my head against the wall) Left side seems to be coming along o.k. but overall he's still pretty "meh."<br /><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RWeQU_lwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/5QlIVkc-Oe8/s1600-h/17side1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437065727922116354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RWeQU_lwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/5QlIVkc-Oe8/s320/17side1.jpg" /></a> At this point I think I had grabbed ahold of his head and yanked it upward on the armature to get a little more length in his neck. Sometimes you've just gotta do what you've gotta do! Better to do that sort of thing at this stage than realize you have to do it later on when things have been "finished." I *think* I might have a better handle on that raised rear leg. It's amazing what some actual <em>measuring</em> can do! DOH! I'm still not sold on the whole thing but I'll get back to it later. The time has come to start whittling this boy out of his pudgy stage and make him look a little more refined so I can see what I'm REALLY dealing with.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RWKFvgMZI/AAAAAAAAAio/LfIB3mnyO2Y/s1600-h/17side2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437065381483131282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S3RWKFvgMZI/AAAAAAAAAio/LfIB3mnyO2Y/s320/17side2.jpg" /></a><br /></div></div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-18798605030528328482010-02-04T03:08:00.006-06:002010-02-04T03:27:24.349-06:00Hello? Is anybody there?O.k. so, while we're waiting for our visitors to arrive, I'll keep posting progress photos. Actually, the visitors *did* arrive in person, and we all had a great time. . .but they haven't "arrived" to officially announce their news in internet land. There have been some leaks here and there but I can neither confirm nor deny the allegations which have been made against . . .oh. . . what? Wait. . .um, nevermind! Sorry, I got a little off track there.<br />Anyhow, since we're still waiting I think I'd better start putting up photos of the progress that's been made since their visit.<br />He's back down to the hairless look for some more serious work. A mane and tail are important but nowhere near as important as what goes under them. If that isn't correct, it doesn't matter how much hair you pile on it, it'll show up.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S2qPISHY4iI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Pojsooqmxgk/s1600-h/14side1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434313272840479266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S2qPISHY4iI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Pojsooqmxgk/s320/14side1.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S2qPBrUHiDI/AAAAAAAAAho/hqpQT2BBGIQ/s1600-h/14side2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434313159345670194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S2qPBrUHiDI/AAAAAAAAAho/hqpQT2BBGIQ/s320/14side2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><br /><br /><br />After removing the temporary mane and tail it quickly became obvious that the back was too short, the eyes weren't in the correct place, the neck and shoulder were too heavy, and the raised rear leg was just. . . well. . . there was something wrong with it.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S2qO7uVu4EI/AAAAAAAAAhg/NXy69uWovkM/s1600-h/15side1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434313057078534210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S2qO7uVu4EI/AAAAAAAAAhg/NXy69uWovkM/s320/15side1.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S2qOy7Cm-CI/AAAAAAAAAhY/pXfIG2I0gic/s1600-h/15side2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434312905869162530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S2qOy7Cm-CI/AAAAAAAAAhY/pXfIG2I0gic/s320/15side2.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Better in some ways. . .not so much in others. *sigh* This is going to be a long night.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778182661043910984.post-34879140006498382682010-01-23T02:21:00.017-06:002010-01-23T02:52:48.725-06:00Who's there?I was preparing for a few visitors to come and see this fellow over the course of a couple of days. First up was my Father, who was, as usual, absolutely invaluable in seeing and helping to solve some of the issues that were bothersome to the eye.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1q0EllDGkI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/l4g7ZBuJEIs/s1600-h/11side1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429850291648535106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1q0EllDGkI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/l4g7ZBuJEIs/s320/11side1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1qz88SSEWI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zCtcr0Z0PRA/s1600-h/11side2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429850160304886114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1qz88SSEWI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zCtcr0Z0PRA/s320/11side2.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1q0EllDGkI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/l4g7ZBuJEIs/s1600-h/11side1.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1q0EllDGkI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/l4g7ZBuJEIs/s1600-h/11side1.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br />The shoulders, for instance. There was just too much there. And the lifted rear leg was too high. And. . .and. . . This stage of the game is always interesting because you spend X number of hours putting on clay and now you start to hack large amounts of that same clay back off. It doesn't matter how close I thought I had it in the first place, my eye always overdoes things. It's too difficult to try and worry about refining somthing when you're trying to capture that initial feeling and gesture that you want the horse to have.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1qzdKOZSgI/AAAAAAAAAg4/RSeH335saGM/s1600-h/12side1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429849614290864642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1qzdKOZSgI/AAAAAAAAAg4/RSeH335saGM/s320/12side1.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1qzU0bksII/AAAAAAAAAgw/zxWpe7OyuR4/s1600-h/12side2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429849471001604226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1qzU0bksII/AAAAAAAAAgw/zxWpe7OyuR4/s320/12side2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The tail is, obviously, starting to hint at where this is going breed-wise. . .but there is so much more to be revealed about this guy! <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1qy748yqbI/AAAAAAAAAgY/OfuB0JsrDUc/s1600-h/12side3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429849042717944242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1qy748yqbI/AAAAAAAAAgY/OfuB0JsrDUc/s320/12side3.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I like this close-up photo because it's out of focus<br />and that makes it look like it's closer to being finished than it is. ;^P There's still a LONG way to go <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1qzEW4JOqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/BN31_WIYCxs/s1600-h/13side2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429849188190468770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1qzEW4JOqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/BN31_WIYCxs/s320/13side2.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1qzLqhIOgI/AAAAAAAAAgo/zQXZFbnOlic/s1600-h/13side1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429849313721727490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DSXATxqnOvk/S1qzLqhIOgI/AAAAAAAAAgo/zQXZFbnOlic/s320/13side1.jpg" /></a>but at this point there wasn't much time to keep sculpting because it was time to throw on a temporary mane and tail to look pretty for his next visitors! Stay tuned!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Katherine Boguckihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07600015470471463893noreply@blogger.com5