Hear ye! Hear ye!

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 www.boguckiresins.com

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.

Of course, the reason for this whole headache was that I needed to get a page up for Pipsqueak 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! ;^P

Dammit Jim, I'm a sculptor, not a web designer!

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!
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!

Have I mentioned that I have a problem?

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.

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.

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.

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.

Seems like a win win situation either way.

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.

Pick. . .pick. . .nit-pickety pick!

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!

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.

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

already been cured for 5 hours, ya knucklehead!) YAWN!

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

Back to WORK!!!!

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!

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.

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.

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!

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

What 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.
Frequently, when I am introduced to someone, the person making the introduction says something along these lines,

"This is my Daughter/Friend/Sister/Wife/whatever, Kathi, she's an Artist."
(I'm not sure why that needed to be included)

Then the person being introduced does some sort of variation on,

"Ohhhhh, how *interesting.*"
(I think they might have actually rolled their eyes)

At which point, for some completely unknown reason, the person introducing me feels the need to add. . .
"She's VERY creative/talented/artistic/insert some other awkward adjective.

THIS is when the *thing* happens. The other person says something like,

"I can tell!"
(cringe)

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 horsies in a notebook. I get that.

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 unusual 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.

But this happened to me AGAIN 2 weeks ago.

"This is Jim's wife, Kathi." Oh please, don't say it. "She's an Artist." Doh!

"Oh reeeeally?" Ugh, let's leave it at that, O.K.?

"She's VERY talented." Seriously, we're gonna do this?

"I can see that!" Aaaaaand , there it is.

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.
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.
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!

Back on his own two feet. . .and tail.

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

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

Mold 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: This is in NO WAY intended to be an instructional on doing a mold. 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.

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.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.
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!

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.

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.
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!
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.

Pulling away section number three. Almost there!
This is good. . .everything came off o.k. with only a tiny bit of cracking in an inconsequential spot.
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 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.

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?
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. So, even though this horse isn't destined to be done in bronze, the mold will still do the job.
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!

more 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.

Look Ma, no wires! Had to clean him up a bit with Paint Shop to see how he'll look without his supports.

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!

Glamour shots

Here he is from several different angles.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand 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.

The mane event. . .

. . .o.k. so it wasn't actually as much an "event" as it was a dull evening wherein the mane was finished.

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.

Time to tell the tale of the tall tail.

Or would that be the tall tale of a timely tail?

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!

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.

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."

Blah blah blah. . .

More of the same. . . *yawn*

Stay tuned. . .