Saturday, April 30, 2011

Rosmerta

A process indeed...

In September of 2000 I drove across the country to see for myself what was going on in Los Angeles. I had just graduated from a small film school, had just turned 21 and was decided that's where I needed to go.
Me snapping a pic of myself driving through the pan handle of Texas 09/13/00

Like on most drives, I had incredible visions and inspirations. I wrote them all down whenever I stopped. I lost the book with all those scribbles when I moved back east (10 months later). There was one idea that stuck with my though and I've been thinking about now for over 10 years,
a mannequin
a translucent pregnant belly
an artificial terrarium of moss and butterflies
Seems simple enough, right? Per my normal being I made excuses for a decade as to reasons why I wasn't moving forward with the project. Mostly I wasn't sure how to go about getting the belly right. Many people recommended a glass bowl. I refused. It was through these refusals of supportive advise wthat I realized that I'm quite the perfectionist. In my own way. I will adapt my ideas when necessary, but not during the the planning stages, ever.

I expressed the idea to my friend Chris a over a year ago. He loved the thought of it. My response to him was the typical one, "yeah, I should really do that." A couple months later he checked in with me to see where I was in the process. I confessed that I still had not moved forward with it. He asked me what the first step would be. I told him I would first need a mannequin. He sent me a link to a website of a mannequin manufacturer.  I looked at them an got all exited about the project again. Then, a couple weeks later he asked me if I had bought one yet. Still, no. He asked me which one I liked. I told him. A few days later, which happened to me around the time of my birthday, I came home to a big box by my door. It was a mannequin. I immediately assembled it and she was born....


The next day I expressed my gratitude and requested his assistance in naming her. He chose Rosmerta, the Celtic goddess of fertility and growth.

Now, next step. The belly. I knew I wanted the belly to be made of organic material; glass. I mentioned this to my dear friend Marie. She gave me a card of a local glass blower. It took me awhile but I finally contacted Joe Forrestall of Anderstall Artworks. (www.anderstallartworks.com)
He was excited about the challenge and the idea of collaboration.

It's been almost a year since I so generously received Rosmerta into my life and I just heard from Joe that the belly is done. I plan on going to his studio tomorrow to see it (and Rosmerta's torso which he has had since December). I'm both excited and nervous because the next step is figuring out how to assemble the belly to the mannequin, which will make or break the project (literally).

Like I said, a process indeed.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Alternate POV

Here is an alternate angle of Cozette. I've been staring at it as is for about a half an hour now, and I'm comfortable with the current results. I've sealed the pallet so I can return to it if I decide to make adjustments. That is definitely not normal practice for me. I know the hands could use some more attention, but at this moment I feel like if I continue, I will no longer be improving it.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Cozette (second take)

I think this one will have a soft spot in my heart for a very long time. I started it yesterday. I had to walk away in the late afternoon to attend a screening of Cozette and Julian's film Borderland. (Great job guys!) I knew I wasn't happy with it when I walked away. When I got home I got rid of the eyes, brought the cheeks in and adjusted the mouth. It still wasn't right. This is what it looked like at that point....
 The nose is almost hooked, and there was something else that felt.... wrong. So before going to sleep I got rid of the eyes, again.

I looked at it with fresh eyes when I woke up this morning. I took a china marker to the nose and left for work.

I went directly to it when I got home this evening. I lifted her left eye and brow. My third attempt at her eyes were even bigger than the first two; but the feeling in my belly was calm. I decided I couldn't make anymore adjustments because the paint was starting to get thick in concentrated areas and I felt it was affecting my style, so here is the final product... 
 At first I felt like it was a little too disproportionate to her actual facial dimensions, but then I saw her (in real life) and I got it. I totally get how this interpretation evolved. I'm not ready to put it into words, but the realization was fantastic and will resonate with me for a very long time.