Things are beautiful if you love them
So, I’ve been working on essentially two art projects that have been overlapping.
The first is based in using Polaroid cameras to create transfer prints. Essentially, you pull apart the pictures, slap it on some paper, and there you go. I spent all day trying to do this. All day. And probably $10 worth of film. What did I get for it? Burns from vodka and developer on my hands, and the unpleasant knowledge that I’m using the wrong camera/film and I’ll need to get new ones. That’s alright. Kodak cameras are about $10 now because they’re all so dang old. It’s just a little frustrating to have wasted so much time.
The second concerns x-rays. I came across a seller for bunches of x-rays, and bought a number. I am going to, essentially, be using x-rays to shrink wrap sculptures. After trying to figure out how on earth I might melt the film (microwave=explosion, oven=discoloration, fire=burning) I came to the sudden conclusion that a heat gun is the answer, and have thus purchased one. It should arrive in the next few days at which point I’ll need to do a google search for “flammability” and “plaster of paris.” You know, safety’s first and all of that.
Art makes me feel good about myself.. It’s sort of like being useful, but more interesting.