Pre-Masterpiece jitters

As I’ve mentioned before, I plan to take part in Masterpiece in a Day, an all-day event hosted by the Big Car Gallery here in my fair city.  It takes place in the Fountain Square area of town, and apparently kind of takes over the area, as my brother described it as being a bit like “a low-buck Burning Man.”  You basically have from about 9am until 4:30pm or so to complete an entire work of art, starting from scratch.  Pretty neat, huh?  Opportunities for all kinds of wackiness abound, I’m sure.

Upon hearing about this from my brother, I immediately wanted to take part.  Said brother is doing a 20-foot canvassed graffiti art project.  I’ll be doing a rolling ball sculpture.  Now, this all sounded awesome and oh-wow-that-is-so-cool-and-what-an-opportunity(!!!!) the day I heard it.

Now I’m vaguely freaking out.

The day I learned of it I imagined me sitting at my rickety card table with a propane torch, bending up a bunch of wire and just having a ball making whatever the heck I wanted and enjoying the outcome for what it was.  However, Other Me, Perfectionist Me has shown up to try and rain on the parade.  Perfectionist Me is saying that it’s “just not going to turn out right, your design will suck, you didn’t plan well enough, you don’t have enough experience to turn out something superfab in just a few hours, blah, blah, blah…”

Perfectionist Me sucks.  I don’t really like to invite him along to stuff, but he shows up, like the friend at a party who can never seem to keep from drinking just a little too much at the end of the night and starts making off-color jokes or unwanted advances toward the womenfolk.  However, since Perfectionist Me is what you might call family, he kind of has to come along wherever I go.  It’s my job to keep him in check so that he doesn’t break stuff, make a jack of himself, and kind of hose the whole party.

In order to kind of take care of all those unhelpful ramblings that have been cropping up in my head, I hereby restate my initial purpose in this event.  It was NOT to create HOLYCOWINCREDIBLE work of art that was going to impress everyone in Marion county, plus those living in Allen and Howard counties.  It was not to put myself in the blast furnace and sweat out something “perfect.”  It was not to win an award.  Here was and is the purpose: to get involved with a fun public event that encourages the arts, have a good time creating a finished piece of art, and to enjoy and accept the results for what they are.

That’s it kids, and I’m sticking to it.  I’m going to pack up all my supplies as well as my original statement, and look forward to a day among creators, probably sipping a Diet Mountain Dew, bending wire, and making something fun and cool.

Artist Date #3: The Walk

I wasn’t sure when Artist Date was going to happen this week.  It was kind of a stumble/crash/fail situation early this week with lack of sleep and stupid dental visits and whatnot.  I let everything go for a couple of days and just concentrated on getting some sleep.  Not sure if that made my universe full of awesomeness, but at least it got me into today where I went, “Yeah, I wanna go do something.”

Tonight I had zero commitments on deck.  It seemed like a good evening for…a walk?  Yeah, me not the walking guy, and yet this is what came into my head.  “Go for a walk, and…um…take pictures?  Yeah, that sounds cool.”  After feeling like I had way too much crap going on this week, a completely non-hurried walk down the Monon Trail as the sun set sounded pretty friggin’ right-on.

About 7:30 I finally made it out of the house, Nikon over my shoulder.  I also had a harmonica on me (those who know me well are not shocked to hear this), so I played a bit until I got down to the actual trail itself.  It’s a walking path that was once a rail bed for the Monon railroad many years ago.  When I was a kid, trains still used it.  It has been turned into a greenway in recent years, which has turned out to be a pretty fantastic idea.

Along the path in the immediate Broadripple area are various works of art, like this wall.  Know what’s sad?  I didn’t even realize this.  It’s been there for how many years, I’ve walked on it maybe three times, and I didn’t know the artwork was right there.  This is what this Artist’s Way stuff is all about, discovery of influences and resources that I’ve kept from myself for far to long.

This is painted on the side of a building not far from the art wall.  I think this is pretty appropriate, given that the White River is only a few hundred yards from it, and Indians certainly made use of it decades ago.

Lookit all the heads!!!!

The artist must have been a Notre Dame fan.  I’ll let that slide.

This poor little mosaic (well, it was pretty large, really) was leaning up against a building near where it had originally been affixed to some posts.  Pieces are obviously missing from it.  It’s too bad it has fallen into disrepair.  The style of work itself, however, reminded me of my friend Justine, who makes gorgeous mosaics, and who is a constant inspiration to me whenever I feel doubt or frustration with my work.

The Monon goes right past the Indy Arts Center, which is also the grounds for the Writer’s Center of Indiana where I recently skipped attend my fiction workshop group.  I took some time to tour the grounds and check out the sculptures on display.  This one was a huge stainless steel cube with a pleasingly curved concave center section.  I like metal, of course, and it’s stainless (even better!), so I snapped it.

Probably the greatest chair ever welded.  It’s actually a lounger, complete with cup and foot rest!  I had to check it out, and…

Here’s the upward view when seated in the world’s greatest stainless steel lounge chair.  I love this thing.  I, of course, wondered at how cool it would be if you could roll marbles around all those fabulous curves.

I read about the sculptor who does this vegetation sculpture, but it was several years ago.  I wish I could recall more details now.  I do remember that these are made to deteriorate.  No attempt is made to preserve them, so each work of art exists only for a finite period of time.  There’s something wonderful about that, letting nature do what it does, even if it’s to a piece of artwork.  For me this sculpture speaks both of how beautiful and temporary life is.

After leaving the Arts Center I went a little further north up the trail to where it uses a trestle to cross the White River.  The light was nice that time of night, though a challenge to shoot without being able to use a tripod.

On the way home I spotted this sign.  I liked the lighting.  The peeling paint adds some nice texture to the whole thing.

Once back in Broadripple proper there was plenty of evening traffic.  I always kind of enjoy the streak effect of moving lights with a slow shutter speed.  This one was just for fun.

Passing the Vogue, I naturally had to stop and shoot the neon.  Hard to resist all the colors.  I’ll not be attending Retro Rewind – I’ve had my life’s fill of 7oz Bud Light, thanks.  However, I’ll let you all know that Kool Keith will be appearing there in the near future.  Get your tickets while they last.  This place used to be a movie theater decades ago, and back when I was very small I saw Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs there.  They were not serving Bud Light in concessions at that time, I believe.

One more last bit of neonic brightitude.  I wish this place was still a theater sometimes.  It just looks so cool.  I am very glad they never did tear down the signs.  I’m also pretty pleased that very recently they pulled down the expressionless white tile that had been in place since before I was born to reveal the old yellow and red tiles that were beneath.  Pretty cool stuff.

That was Artist Date tonight, kids.  I had a nice time just slowing down and taking a look at things.  My photographer’s eye has a long way to go, but I got in some practice tonight and had fun.  Now I have a whole new batch of experiences to keep my creativity charged up.

Artist Date #2: Birthday Signs and caffeine

As I blogged about previously, I am going out on an Artist Date every week for a total of twelve weeks.  The idea is to spend at least two hours with your creative self and nobody else.  This week I have a very busy schedule, as I’m going to be spending the weekend in Kentucky with a friend at a festival.

I had to make the Date happen, and time was short.  Much as I loved the Kitchen Door Project, I was not going to be able to indulge an entire weekend day on this one.  Minor sadness there at feeling rushed, but I got through it, thanks.

I was thinking about what I’d conceived of the first time: doing some sort of drawing out at a coffee shop.  It would be the perfect excuse to get out of the house, and just sit at a table and scribble and scrawl just for the fun of it.  (I’ve noticed “fun” keeps coming up in regards to this stuff…hmmm…)

I thought I had some markers that I’d bought a while ago.  A long while ago.  Like so long ago that they probably wouldn’t work anymore.  Probably not, but I looked in my desk, and lo and behold I found this:

Jackpot!  Apparently, I have such a latent desire for things Crayola, that I’d bought markers on two separate occasions and not even remembered doing so.  In addition, there was a whole box of nearly new crayons in there as well!  It was kind of a creepy sign about how I’ve hidden all these little desires of mine away and forgotten about them.  They’re out now, though, and as you can tell from the piece of paper beneath them, I’d have no trouble ruining a perfectly good piece of writing paper with them.  Sweet.

Strolling down to the local ‘bucks, I ordered up a chai latte (how non-edgy of me, it was even iced…and it was good!), and grabbed the one free low table sitting in the corner.  It had two sitting chairs near it, but I figured no one was likely to sit there once my work was spread out, which it likely would be soon enough.

Realizing I only had two or three hours to pull this off, I set right to work:

I two nephews that live far, far away, in a land called Kal-E-Forn-Ya.  I don’t get to see them often, and their birthdays are both next week (not twins, just uncanny timing by mom and dad).  I decided I’d make them both little name signs for their bedroom doors, even if one of them is far too young to even read the thing.  They’re colorful enough that I’m hoping they just stand as a little visual diversion.

Jack’s had progressed pretty far by this point, and I was considering it pretty close to being done, seeing as how I’d already spent a lot of time on it, (over an hour) and I had to move on.  You’ll note that, in my color-iffic enthusiasm I was losing some definition in the characters themselves.  The “k” in particular seems to be getting lost in the background.  Okay for today!

Here’s the start of Ryan’s sign.  I had fun just drawing those great big letters all over the page.  Don’t you remember how fun it was when you were a kid and you didn’t have to color or draw within the lines?  All I do at work all day is write things within lines.  This was the antithesis of that, and I loved it.

“The Ryan,” as I like to think of it, is looking pretty spanky by now.  It occurs to me at this point that my rabid enthusiasm for pigmentary variety is sort of diffusing everything, but what a good time it was!  It’s kind of challenging to try and come up with variation after variation of design and color.  I kept doing that thing where I’d put everything down and kind of hover my hand over the table like I was about to pick something up, just thinking, “Um…what does this need?  What goes here next?  Help!”

I admit I had this idea that some sweet little thing might wander over and go, “What are you doing?  Oh, that’ is so CUTE!  Aren’t you the sweetest thing in the whole world!  I think you’re stunningly amazing and we should start dating yesterday.”

Hey, it’s a coffee shop.  All that caffeine makes you think weird stuff.

What I got instead was some 20-ish guy who came and sat at the other chair I thought no one was going to use.  He was quiet and didn’t bother me, but then his friend showed up.  Then the talking started.  And while it wasn’t an obnoxious volume or anything it was, how shall we say, kind of dumb-sounding.  Intellectually these guys were on the ball, but emotionally they were on the make.  It was all talk about how “That blond chick likes me, but I’m trying to start something with her roommate, right?  And, like, this girl I work with wanted to set me up with her friend, and it turns out the friend is the same roommate!  Yeah!  But, like, this blond chick is all acting like there’s something or whatever and I think I’m gonna have to be, like, ‘Yeah, no.'”

There was also talk of partying at some primo hotel in Chicago that was a suite and who was going to get who to get what girls to bring who and…it kind of sucked.  I used my amazing powers for concentration to largely tune them out and do everything within the Powers of Crayola to create some colorful signage.  Finally, they third Stooge showed up and they left.

It was getting close to closing time and I had to finish.  I had Ryan’s largely done, and now Jack’s was looking a little absent in the background colors, so I went back to it and added in a bit.

Right as I’m spreading this out I get the word, “We’ll be closing in a few minutes, sir.”  Done!

It was about three hours worth of work, but I thought they turned out pretty nicely.  I hope they like them.  Jack’s is based more on design elements, while Ryan’s has a lot more solid colors, but I like those differences.  I’m wondering how this sort of expression will change for me in the coming weeks.  I’m already starting to see things that I like more than others, or ways I’d like to approach a particular design.  Interesting fun stuff!

I packed these off with a couple of Hot Wheels for the boys and mailed them out yesterday.  Happy birthday, little dudes!

I may do some more of these, some small ones.  Want one?  Leave a comment, get a sign!

A Date with the Artist

Very recently I started working with a program in this book called The Artist’s Way. Without going into too much detail, the book is kind of a process of discovery/recovery for the creative side of yourself. It’s been recommended to me many times, and I bought it probably two years ago, maybe even three, and then let it sit when I got to the part that said something about “This is the part where you stop just reading and start doing the work.” Apparently, I’ve reached the point where I’m ready to do the work.

One of the exercises in the 12-week program of the book is something called an Artist Date where you basically take your artist self out on a date for some “quality time.” You can’t bring anyone else along. It’s just you and your artist for a little creative togetherness.

I’d been trying to think of what I’d do all week. I was going to do something relatively simple like a little drawing or whatever, and then yesterday, when I was adding some quotes and photos to my kitchen door it came to me. It was time to really do the door right.

This door is the one that leads out of my kitchen onto the back hall. It’s just white. It’s been badly painted. See?

This makes it the perfect place to stick things, which I started doing a couple three years ago when I did a goal-setting exercise with some friends. The resulting poster from that exercise went on the door. After that I started putting quotes on the door on little scraps of paper. Vis:

Another goal poster arrived and sat around forever, until I finally put that up the other day and went, “Nah. No. This isn’t right. This door could be awesome. It could be a fantastic representation of what I want out of my life, and the last thing I see going out to work every day. If it’s going to send me a message every day, let’s really make it bangup awesome.”

So how does that happen? Paint. It was time to paint the door, make it visibly back up all the great messages and thoughts that were going to be tacked and taped to it.

I took my artist to the hardware store this afternoon, wandered around looking at expensive paints for a while, mostly seeing stuff that was more than I needed and pricey. I went to the desk to ask for help, and there I spied the magic. One rack of little cans with a sign: “All sample colors $3.98.” It was just a few ounces, but I could get several colors, and I didn’t need much of any given one. Bingo.

Paint chips. This was so way better than trying to pick out paint for a room. I didn’t give a rip if they matched anything – the room, the floor, the fridge, the cabinets, that cute little set of drapes I’d (not even considered) gotten recently. I just wanted color! It was a free-for-all!

I went for bright stuff. Colors that felt positive and energetic. Pool Party (blue). Greeenway (self-explanatory). Cosmic Berry (purple). Buttercup Squash (yellow). Red Gumball (guess).

Five brushes, five colors, forty bucks. A little pricey for me, but I’d gotten a bonus playing the gig last night, so I spent it on…me!

Now comes the good part! All pictures are clickable to enlarge.

Early stage. Just a little green and blue.

Gettin’ crazy with the whole palette. A bunch of shapes are showing up, plus some full panels of color.

Things are really gettin’ interesting now. It was right about this time that my brother stopped over to help work on getting the oil pan off the Chevelle engine. He took one look at it and said, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Painting!”

“Being creative?”

“Yup.”

The following hour was spent getting really dirty and pouring a lot of coolant and some oil on the floor getting the oil pan off, but we got it done, and he split. Back to the kitchen, and I knew I had to wrap things up. This was fun, but one of the things I have to put in to practice is trying not to become obsessed with perfection. I needed to have fun with this, and then just call it good enough and be done with it. I was meeting some friends later in the evening, so I gave myself one hour to finish it. By about 7:30 I had to be done, done, done, no excuses. An activity is no longer fun or positive if it begins eating up the rest of your life. At 7:30 I finished washing purple paint off my hand (see print in blue panel), and stepped back to check things out:

Fun stuff, huh? I was pretty pleased. It’s art. It may not be Monet, but it’s art. It was fun. I had an incredibly good time just making stuff up and doing whatever I wanted, letting the drips run, and being okay with all the little goofs and happenstances that came up along the way. I think my favorite parts are the green bubbly-lookin’ circles (I don’t know why, they just are.), and the dotty little spots on the left frame – those are actually tons of my fingerprints after I dipped my fingers in the paint. That was one of the last bits I did, and kind of felt like a “light bulb” moment. I’ve been doing nothing like this for so long it’s hard for me to think about visual improvisation, so it was nice to feel things waking up a bit.

All in all, I had a pretty excellent day playing around with paint, and now I’ve got something really positive to see me out of the house ever morning. If my experience with the goal-setting posters has been a good indicator, this ought to bring about some positive effects sooner or later. I’m looking forward to it.

Bring Yourself to It

So I give Jen the sculpture this morning.  Much giddiness ensues.  I am happy.  Jen is happy.  I also let her borrow the two Marbles of the Day that I brought in today.  She already has three at her desk.  A few minutes later I hear the sound of marbles falling all over the place, and I go, “That really didn’t seem to take care of the problem, did it?”

She calls over the cube wall, “I was trying to…I made all five fit!”

Me: “?”

I look over the wall.  Here’s what she’s done:

Sweet!  I had no idea, clue, plan like this when I built the sculptur last night.  I wish I’d thought of it!  I am constantly being given the opportunity to learn from others.  I’m really kind of surprised that this worked out the way it did.  I was so tired last night I was just trying to finish it without destroying it or burning the house down!  This is further evidence of something I’ve heard many times before, and which Diablo Cody mentioned in an interview a while back, “People always bring a bit of themselves to art.”  No matter what an artist does to try and evoke a specific emotion or reaction, people are going to bring their own experiences, believes, their own selves to a work.  I think this is a pretty fun little example of that truth.

I was going to take a break?

Apparently, when I decide I’m not going to do a lot of work on the sculpture on a Thursday night, what that means is that I’m going to instead do a lot of work on a little tiny sculpture for the heck of it.

This was supposed to take fifteen or maybe thirty minutes. I’m not going to look at the clock, but I’m guessing it took an hour or even two. I’ll be kicking myself for the exhaustion tomorrow come 2pm. However, it will be immeasurably cool to bring this in to work and plunk it on the desk of my coworker, Jen. She is always supportive of my creative efforts, which started out as her bugging me to write horror stories for her to read. She pretty much sparked me into doing the first short story I’d done in a looong time. Now she always asked me about the sculpture, if I got anything done, what it’s going to be like, asking me to show pieces of it to her. I now have made it a habit to bring in two marbles every day from that six pound order I made a few weeks ago, ’cause she likes to check ’em out, and it sort of keeps me inspired with a larger goal in mind.

I gave her a couple in the beginning, and usually I hand the two I bring every day over the cube wall to her, and sometimes she ends up leaving them sit at her keyboard all day, at least when she’s not accidentally knocking them off and sending them rolling across the desktop.

So, yesterday when she knocked them off again I said, “I’m going to have to do something to fix that.” I don’t even think she knew I was addressing the rollage occurring on her desk, but I decided to finally give her a little “thank you” sculpture.

Thanks, Jen!

Tracking Along

Two updates in two days – craziness!  For me it’s still the same day, just a few hours later.  Any rate, I worked on the RBS some more tonight, and got a nice little bit of work done.  I fabbed up a new little short piece of track and got it all soldered and everything without any drama at all.  Nice.

This piece is the very first section of track that the marbles will ride on when they come off the lift (spoiler alert: there’s going to be a lift!).  No doubt, since you are all so eagle-eyed and whatnot, you’re saying to yourself, “Yo, those cross piece thingies are NOT like the ones on that first section Tom built.”  Right you are!  For the heck of it I decided to try using sections of copper tubing cut in half.  Look kind of neat, don’t they?  Originally, this idea was posted on the Yahoo RBS group as a time saver.  What I’ve found, however, is that it seems to take a lot longer to do this than to just bend a bit of wire and face off the ends flat.  Go figure.  Since these were sitting around I figured I’d use ’em and see what they looked like.  This means, of course, that my sculpture will look funky and mismatched to some degree, but I’m going off the deep end and allowing myself to make some that’s not absolutely 100% perfect and uniform (*GASP!*).  Letting myself do this is actually a really good exercise, as in the past I’ve allowed my efforts to be stalled or completely stopped when something wasn’t perfect.  By giving myself permission to try different things without worrying about every single tiny detail I free me up to make a lot more progress.  Since this piece got done in one evening, I’d say it’s a good indication that it’s not a bad practice in which to indulge.

In addition, I have a nice little surprise.  I was talking with a friend on the phone this evening, and she said, “I can’t wait to see what it’s like when it’s done.”  Well, me neither, but I have a little diagram I drew that at least tells me what to expect, and you do not.  Therefore, I am going to share said diagram with you, my little internet buddies, so that we can all follow along and anticipate the awesomeness as it unfolds.

Behold, my grand plans:

Stunning, isn’t it?  I’m sure this is crystal clear to you. If not, don’t worry.  I’ll be sure to provide plenty of details along the way to explain just exactly how this drawing will wildly diverge from/become the RBS titled “Turtle.”  (I’ll explain that one later.)

I’m tired, kids.  Time to put the lights out on a very productive eve.  ‘night!

Good Wiry Stuff

After having almost two weeks of nothing but being too busy for anything except work and dumb crap like laundry, grocery shopping, and sleep, I finally was able to get some more work done on the RBS last weekend, and a little bit this week as well. It has been unbelievably fulfilling and rewarding, and I’m pretty freakin’ jazzed about the whole thing. Matter of fact, it kind of bugs me right now that I’m doing this blog entry instead of working on it, but I need to keep up to date before I end up with a bazillion pictures that all need to be posted in one all-night blogstravaganza (which isn’t as fun as it sounds, believe me).

Before digging into my own project, however, I’m going to throw out examples of other’s work. I realized while talking to my sister this morning, that I’ve told some of my friends all about the myriad details of this type of sculpture, but have given no examples of what it looks like or does.

Here’s one of my favorite examples. It was probably the first RBS I ever saw in my life. It was a sequence shown on Sesame Street when I was a littl’un, and was also, coincidentally, the directorial debut of Frank Oz of Muppets fame, or at least that’s how rumor has it. I’ve been unable to verify that little tidbit. At any rate, here’s the fun little 1-2-3 Red Ball sequence.

1-2-3 Red Ball on Sesame Street

I had completely forgotten about that until I found it on Youtube a few weeks ago. I’d love to have seen what the entire structure looked like all at once. What kind of blows me away on this is the unbelievable amount of metalwork that is built into the supports. There’s no way I’m stitching together that many wires just for visual effect! (Well, not yet, anyway…)

The sort of thing I am working on will more closely resemble this next video. The guy who builds these is named Matthew Gaulden, and his site can be found here. His stuff is pretty advanced compared to what I’m doing, and he’s working in stainless steel instead of copper, but the basic ideas and function are similar to what I want to achieve. This video also does a good job of highlighting a lot of little track elements, like spirals, gates, and loops.

Matthew Gaulden RBS

I hope to some day build something as awesome as this one, but I’m starting relatively small and simple(?) for my first effort.

What I’ve managed to accomplish this past week is some track building an the construction of a track splitter or switch.

First successful soldered track joint!

This is an historical photo. It’s the first successful track joint I managed to solder together after at least three attempts. Turns out you need to use a full-sized plumber’s torch to get even a small amount of copper wire like this heated up properly. Even though this isn’t a museum-quality solder joint, it’s still far good enough to hold my track together. There was some yay-ing and woohoo-ing when this happened.

Track progress

This photo shows more track progress as I got my second joint together. You can see how I have to move along the piece and space apart the supports appropriately. Unlike Frank Oz, I’m not using a million little fine bits of wire, but one short U-shaped piece. I want to get this done in 2008, after all.

finished track, work area, frame

Here you can see the finished piece of track (Yay!), plus the frame of 1/2-inch copper pipe that I managed to solder together. Copper isn’t very stiff, so it’s necessary to make a frame that the track can essentially hang from. I may have to bolster the frame later after I finish the piece and test it. I’ve been told that I may be surprised in finding out how much the marbles make the track vibrate and shake from side to side.

This photo is kind of dark, but it’s a closeup of the finished track section with my nice little solder joints all solid and working correctly. I put a marble on this thing right after it was done and just kept rolling it through the curves repeatedly. Yeah, I looked like I was about five, but it’s amazing how satisfying a little rolling marble is after about three weeks of what seemed like no progress whatsoever. Also, you’ll not that the piece of paper the track is sitting on has some scribbles on it. These are actually diagrams for the track splitter I was making at the time. The splitter allows you to send alternate marbles from one piece of track onto one of two tracks – effectively splitting your track into two courses instead of just one. This makes it a lot more visually interesting. It also makes for a lot more work on the part of the builder. What can I say, I like a challenge.

Struggling with switching

Oh, the agony! The piece I was dealing with is those little copper bits that are clamped, pinched, squeezed, and clipped in place. Hanging off the left lower side is a hemostat, then immediately to its right is one of the alligator clips for the “third hand” that is holding the whole mess up. Above the clip is the work piece with two of my homemade bar clamps screwed down on a couple of wires. To the right of those is another clip from the third hand, and then below that clip you can see the giant pair of Vice Grips holding…something. I don’t even remember why that was there – maybe just to keep the thing from sagging.

So what is that? One, two, three…six. Six clips/clamps holding that whole mess together. It probably took me an hour to clamp it all up and balance it just right for soldering. After I got it soldered I pulled the clamps off and looked at it. Great! Well, pretty good. There was this *one teeny tiny little itsy-bitsy* piece that needed just a touch of solder on it to make it perfect. I aimed the torch at it for about three seconds, and the whole thing fell apart. Okay, one piece stayed on, but the rest just sucked up that tiny bit of heat, remelted my fresh joints, and a bunch of little copper sticks hit the table. It was late. I didn’t even have energy to get mad. I just turned the light off and went to bed. Tomorrow would be different, I vowed. I’d learned, and now I would do it over, and do it better.

Second switch attempt

Voila! Here is the second attempt, for which I purchased a eight little alligator clips, three of which you can see in this photo. This allowed me to get everything fitted together more easily and much more quickly. It also made it easier to get the torch in there and solder it. This time things went very well, and though my joints are still not quite works of art, it looks…

Success!

Awesome! This thing will tip back and forth and let the marbles go right or left to different tracks. So, yeah, about four hours of work to make a little wiry thing that tips from side to side. Let’s hope the learning curve is steep on this stuff, otherwise we’re looking at a completion date of around March 2009. Bah!

Back to work, kids. I’ve got wire to bend.

Piling the Plate Full

I’ve been remiss in posting for a couple of weeks, and it shows. I have tons of news, and I’m afraid if I don’t do it quick and short, well, it’s not gonna get done for another two weeks. So here goes…

I survived a night of criticism at my fiction group. The group overall seemed to really enjoy my flash fiction (it was only 1 1/2 pages long), though I did get some thoughts from one member that hit me a little negatively. This isn’t to say that the guy was being out of line. I think he said what needed to be said, but naturally, all I heard was, “You’re not good enough.” The good news is, after being down about it for about sixteen hours, I let that go, and decided I’d just keep working at it, and that all kinds of criticism are necessary for my growth. After all, if no one ever said I needed to improve, it wouldn’t be very helpful. I came to the group to learn to write better, so it’s working.

I have not had much time to work on the RBS, which has pained me greatly. Hugely. Horrifically. However, I’ve survived somehow, and today I was able to put in a few hours, and I’m overjoyed to say that I finally got all the tweaks out of my first piece that I feel I could manage. Then, I took a deep breath, clamped everything in place, lit the big torch, and gave the soldering another shot. It is with boundless happiness that I report the soldering is a success! This is not to say that’s it’s perfect, or even very pretty, but it is a solid joint that will do the mechanical job it needs to do of holding the pieces together. This means I can move on to more of the assembly process. Woot! Can I get an “Amen?”

This week has been huge with creative revelations/realizations of opportunity. One, I was clued in on a challenge called National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo, for the initiated), and decided that I would embrace it and take it on. The crux of it is that you are challenged to write 50,000 words and create a novel between the dates of November 1 and November 30. Cool, right? Crazy, right? Fun, yes? YES! I am so excited! I actually got all signed up online and today was able to meet some fellow NaNo-ers at a coffee shop here in town. They all have experience with it, and each one has completed the challenge. It sounds like it’s going to result in nothing but an excellent time. I can’t wait to get started! (No, you are not allowed to start ahead of time.)

In other art-within-a-narrow-timeframe news, just this afternoon my brother and I were having lunch, and I was relating NaNoWriMo ramblings, and he says something about “Masterpiece in a Day.” I said, “What are you talking about?” He says, “Artists get together down at Fountain Square and make a piece of art work in one day.” It took me about 90 seconds to decide that I was all in on it. While the contest is open to writing, visual, and music arts, I have naturally decided that I will be devoting my energies to an RBS. I so want to have a completed piece! It’s September 27th, and you can find out more about it here.

There you have it, kids, the ten-minute update on my creative life. I have plans to finish my current RBS by the end of September, and I’ll have the second one completed at Masterpiece in a Day, and by December first I will have written a novel.

Oddly enough, when I go to the buffet, I don’t really pile my plate high. Guess I make up for that in other ways.

Six pounds! (and solder suckage)

Check it out! Look what came in the mail today!

SIX POUNDS OF MARBLES!!!!! WOHOOOOO!

It is hard to contain my joy. The sad part? These aren’t for the current sculpture…they’re for the next one! That’s right, I’ve not even more than started the first, and I’m already planning the second. It’s either sad, or frenetic ambition. Should be a friggin’ outstanding visual display with all those colors, though, eh?

Oh, there was one kind of lame thing. These:

I ordered one-inch marbles, and these, my friends, are not one inch in diameter. They were obviously smaller, so I measured them: three quarters of an inch. A travesty! They sell ’em in bulk, and it’s expected that some may be damaged or chipped or whatever, but why I got over 20 marbles of the wrong size is beyond me. I’ll have to investigate and see if I can’t get some replacements. If it were one or two, no biggie, but it’s kind of a lot.

In other news, a pic of suckiness. One day a child (perhaps one of mine should the planets ever align) will look at me and say, “Hey, did you ever stink at soldering?” And I’ll say, “Here, look at this picture.”

That little half-ring of copper was supposed to be soldered to those two rails. After two hours I had blobs of hardened solder on the work surface, and then, as if to add insult to injury, the half ring fell off the rails of its own volition.

Yes, this part sucks, but I have friends on the interwebz, and they are helping me figure out what the shnizzle is going on here. It’s believed I need more flame, and some better clamps (no more bolts and washers). Now I shall take my leave. There is awesomeness to be created.