N8PPQ

This is 4 hours later. My fingers are getting really sore. The skin is pulling away from my nails and bones. It's not obvious, but I added a lot of clay. The thing *is* getting heavy. It wants to tip over now. It did once, but landed on my chair. (I should have made the legs of that stand differently - the base is a T instead of a Y.) I'm faced with the fact that I don't know what I'm doing. I still need to add a lot of clay, but I'm not certain exactly where to put it. I'm looking at the real hard part of this job - the artistic part. I gotta get this thing to look alive somehow.

I didn't do anything for a few days, except to discover that I made a mistake when I hung the clay rings on the wire frame. After mindlessly padding clay on the limbs, it became apparent that something was wrong. I needed to lower the "arms" below the head but couldn't because the wires were already protruding from the top. The way I had it, the arms were on both sides of the head. The thing looked like Superman, levitating away in an unbelievable fashion.

It takes a long time to add even a half-inch to this thing. I just scratched some grooves in it and felt miserable all day. I also went through all the cat images on the Internet and in Michelle's photo albums, (literally, zillions). It turns out that cats spend almost no time in this outstretched position. I couldn't find one, although I realized that they need an elbow about as far forward as the face, but underneath.

I took Zoey's favorite cork on a wire and prodded her in front of the video camera. She's way too fat for a good model. But I did get some shots of her lying on her side on the floor and stretching towards the cork. But, like I supposed, she only reached out for extremely short times and then snapped back - like a blur.

FinallyI forced myself to sit at the clay and work it over. After a couple hours, I concluded I was on the right track. (optimism in self-defense.) I was happy/relieved, and quickly turned to something I know how to do. I started to install recessed ceiling spots above Michelle's snack bar.

They're on a dimmer switch.


This is a pic of the clay. I've lost track of how many hours.



I spent lots of time - possibly 8 hours over two days - just pushing clay around. I'd pile it one and scrape it off. I'd build the snout up, then raise it, and then lower it. Same with the ears. I cut one off and moved it back a half inch. Then turned it. It was real frustrating.

It seemed like every animal but a cat would come to view; a bat, a pig, a mouse (like Mickey). Michelle and I went out for dinner but I was not fun to be with.

Early one day I came in and cut both ears off and the snout.

Then I spent about a half our and formed a head the size and shape I thought was right and carefully stuck on a snout where I though it should go. Afterwards, the head looked small. I thought that I should keep it, though, and try to pad it out a bit and whittle away some more at the underside of the body and legs, to bring it to proportion.

I didn't want to invest any more time - and I wanted to avoid going to bed depressed - so I left it there.

One minute I think I'm doing fine, then I worry I'll have to start over. It's much harder than I thought it would be. It was taking me 5 days to work 5 hours. I would add clay, then take it off. I would push it around and push it back. I moved the ears again and again.

I've cut all the way through the original clay rings now at his belly. I would have been smart to think about it before I started building him up in the first place.

This is how it looked on July 5. I took most of July and Auigust to finish my master's project (yeah!)

Then, I looked back at Clayton. I really want to have that thing done.  I had lots of trouble with him - same old story. I changed the ears, neck, eyes, cheeks, etc. and then change them again. I would always seem to find myself back where I started. `Just like being lost in the woods. Hours would go by. Michelle would look in and see the net result: no change. I decided to call it a cat.

As luck would have it, just as I made that decision, the armature (wire) broke. I had been aware of the cat listing. In fact, it had rolled almost 30 degrees from where it started. I hadn't considered how heavy that clay is when I made the off-center support. (I did it that way to save maybe two minutes.) It snapped at the nut where it's fastened to the board. It ended up falling against my desk (with a resounding thud). I piled towels up and laid it upside down on the heap till morning. Next day, I noticed a big crack across his tummy - where the clay is so thin (early mistake).

I took him to Zeeland and welded on another brace. I also welded some tubes at right angles to slide in to the Tee base of my stand in order to sturdy that thing up. The tubes just slide into the Tee part and are not fastened. You can see what I'm trying to describe in the picture below.


By the time I got back home, Clayton was all banged up. His ears were flattened, his face all chewed up, and so on. But what could I expect. (He rode in my bike trailer.) But today, I have him back in shape and I mean it - it's done. It's done cause I say it is.

From most angles it looks like a cat. It's not Toby (Michelle's lost pet) but I don't have to hang a sign telling people what it is. I'm very relieved.

I plan to start with the rubber and plaster today - so I brought my radio outside. There's no good DX, but I've talked with some dudes in Texas and Florida. You can see the added wire to the right. The little tools under the cat are some of the ones I bought way back, when I though I might want to get into this hobby. I bought twelve at about ten bucks each. I use maybe four.

You can see the added wire here.