#Resin Art clock

[ap88]

• Wall Clock Mould • 1 Clock Movements and 1 Clock Machine • Color Pigments • Gold Flakes • Resin 100 ml & Hardener 50 ml( Two each) • Free Video Tutorial

[stimmedhams]

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[saberamane]

Coming soon to my etsy shop!

Epoxy Resin dragon clock!

And a new dragon statue AND Glow In the dark pigments!

Note about the click, there will be 3 options:

Clock only (just the resin clock in your chosen color(s) )

Clock and hardware (resin clock with the actual clock hardware, will not be assembled)

Clock, hardware, and battery (same as last option, but includes a battery for the mechanism)

For the purpose of keeping things unbroken, the clock will not be assembled for you. The metal for the clock hands are usually SUPER fragile and will bend, or break, in shipping if on the clock.

[hennasagaresinartworkstudio]

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[alarcon3d]

Hi Everyone, here is a print I've been working on for a while. I was originally inspired by those town square clocks and decided to make a desk lamp out of it. I modeled this using zbrush, maya, I added the supports in lychee and printed it on an anycubic DLP. On the clear resin I spayed a thin layer of lacquer to get a more transparent look, which somewhat worked. I think next time around I’ll just try adding multiple layers of it, but let me know what you all think. Thanks.

[sv-creative-idee]

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[stonecraftcreation]

Blue Epoxy Resin Wall Clock, Resin Art Hanging Clock, Gifts For Her Decors

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[its-a-pain-having-a-name]

So we don’t know we just had this little character in our head which made a fucked up little art project and we need to remember it. Gonna post it because why not, they are kind tma so yeah. (These descriptions are bad and rudimentary at best be warned)

The twisting halls-

Long halls of doors which branch off into spirals it has striped blue/white pink/yellow wallpaper

The dark room-

Painted with the blackest black with red coloured lantern and figures in the room

The moon pool-

Liminal space with repeating columns with snaking pools of glass and cyan light.

The room of isolation-

It is cold just a chair and glass all around however behind the glass is translucent white glass and the appearance of talking figures in the distance

Immensity-

Below is lit blue glass which goes continuously down, the surface of which looks like the ripples of the sea. Over head is wide and open, full of titan statues, forced perspective and orbiting planets.

The moon chamber-

Mirrors used to reflect any moon light down to a grasping stone hand

Impossible stairs-

A room of Escher like staircases most defying gravity and leading nowhere. Separate but similar to is large barely climbable blocks making the wanderer feel small

The liminal section-

A mash between different corridors with blue sky painted behind windows, massive arch ways and staircases

The watched library-

A place filled with bookcases which arch to the ceiling packed with books of gibberish. Like the library of babble however some parts of the books have diagrams, strange number systems, characters from made up languages and short spouts of paranoia, ideas about being so close to knowing and endlessly being watched. There is a throne of green in there and the walls are littered with all kinds of eyes.

The trinket room-

Filled with all kinds of curious and impossible mathematical objects

The fractal rooms-

A collection of rooms where the floor is large detailed carving of such things as trionskies triangle, the lichen berg pattern and the Mandelbrot set.

The decay room-

Looks dusty old beige, fungi blooming. There is a withered looking sofa

The proximal room-

You climb up through a trap door, which when put down is almost unnoticeable. It is like a classroom, the clock does not tick, the computers time does not change and where all doors and windows should be there is a recession but the wall is smoothed over.

The static room-

An animatronic model slums across a desk sluggishly moving. A coffee cup filled with a psychedelic looking pattern sits before the figure. In front of the figure the only light comes from many old tv screens which are filled with colourful static, bars of colour or neon smiling face with spiralling eyes.

The meat shop-

A butcher’s shop where you see candy coloured gore, a selection of goods sit on plates on display they are caked in resin made piles representing dripping colourful gore. Some are pink others neon blue. a model stands massive cleverer mid-swing the model of the muscular butcher who has too many muscles and extra parts.

The neglected mall-

A series of ruined shops situated in a concreted looking space devoid of customers

The puppets room-

With a massive chessboard floor , chess pieces, two large marionette figures playing while being controlled by a gargantuan spider puppet. Smaller model spiders and webs are scattered about the room as well.

The faceless auditorium-

A theatre stage with rows of seats slanting up and around. Model of performers’ on the stage mid act, audience members everywhere even up in the gods.

Most if not all audiences members have smooth blankness where a face should be, some may or maybe only some performers only have mouths. All performers have masks. The clothing is fancy in style.

The altar-

It’s hard to say how or why you’d believe so but this place was obviously of worship specifically for the spiral. The only room that seems to have directly worship in this place the others all seem like art installations or appreciation of the other factors of fear it was strange to see.

[ponyguru]

The only sour note in today's excitement at the doll show was finding out that my 'starter BJD' I bought was in fact bought from Amazon from a company known for recasting, aka art theft. Like, IDK if the seller realized it was such a bad thing... but the way she phrased it was that SHE made the dolls (???), so I sort of assumed that she was an artist who worked with a casting company, or owned a 3D printer, or something? (I mean for all I know she could be an artist who contracts with a recasting company!) Literally my first question was, 'how can you offer these so cheap?' and she came back with 'well, I make them so I set the price!' And I guess from that I should have assumed she's actually a drop-shipper? :/ So idk if she's a scammer or just unclear, but either way I was not told the company name when I bought the doll. It wasn't until I saw the box (after I paid when the seller was packing up the doll) that I realized how cheap it looked, and red flags started going up. When I got her home and saw the Amazon sticker on the bottom of the box, I was like, ohhhh no.

So that was a big shame!! I can clock a knockoff MLP from a mile off, but I've only ever purchased one artist resin head, and admired BJDs from afar due to price and space. So finding a vinyl doll, which I know should be cheaper than resin even if it's legit, didn't immediately send up any red flags. I should be excited to have my very first full doll (wow!), but I know instead it comes with this huge headache. Urgh!

Anyway, I know there were a lot of young people at the show, and at least one of the other three dolls sold; I wonder if they were BJD noobs too, and didn't realize that they weren't getting a legit doll, or how recasts are viewed within that community? How would one even tactfully warn off someone from buying a recast? And I also wonder if because it's not a BJD specific event, if there's just no oversight to ensure that recasts aren't sold? I only saw one other booth with BJDs, but I think they were in a different room - and what could they do, even?

I'm still going to try and enjoy her, but it might take a couple days to shake off this funk. It just sucks that I can't just post photos of her without some kind of disclaimer, you know? Like, hey I know recasting is bad, I just didn't immediately assume this lady was lying, my bad!! She's cute but please don't buy one! :P

[ap88]

[natdpoetry]

Reposting this poem, edited it a bit because I kept feeling like it had more potential than what I had actually done with it previously:

“Sacred”

Halos only shine when they burn

Not a single thing would move if it wasn’t thrown or kicked

Abuse makes the world turn

Hands made for grabbing, more

I saw two lovers carving a tree

Their initials, a heart

A rip, a tear

It never wanted to be a canvas to their “art”

Bleeding resin, scarred to the core

I know it’s dying when I walk past it

My friends are tired of hearing about that damn tree

I’m becoming such a bore.

What is more beautiful than a river tainted with dye

It‘s just a number

Like the shots they’ve laced with lye

The chemicals in my new stone washed jeans

making me dumber

Tree, paper, money

Could’ve been a cupboard, a book, a poem or even lumber

At least I can afford central heating now

Every morning and evening,

I clock in, clock out

there is one God to whom I bow.

There is no salvation to be had

When what is alive is a resource

and the rest is better off dead

A marble rolls on hardwood floor

but it could‘ve been someone’s head.

Blue blood drips

I’d like two, three sips.

-natdpoetry

If you happen to have read the previous version or sth like that, feel free to give me feedback (like, in general, I am open to that, I really want to improve and refine my style so if you feel like sth is redundant or sounds jumbled, not rhythmical etc., do tell me, english isn’t my first language so if you see a mistake there I’d really appreciate it) thank you love you ok byeeeeeeee

[lostrealities0]

Depressed Mikey one shot because I had a rough day and wanted comfort.

TW: missed meals (unintentional), low self-esteem thinking.

It's not heavy but I'll be honest, I have no idea how to gauge it.

Also only minor editing. Let me know if there's any mistakes!

Mikey woke up at noon.

"Shit," he grumbled, flipping onto his other side. Sleepiness stayed with him, despite sleeping for 9 hours. The idea of leaving his bed sounded awful, but after glancing at his alarm clock again, Mikey dragged himself out.

He hated waking up late. All that time, wasted.

Sitting at the edge of his bed, Mikey thought about what to do. It was too late to cook breakfast and lunch was whatever anyone wanted. Clothes, notebooks, and various other things were littered across his bedroom's floor.

To do list:

- clean room

Since Mikey missed breakfast without warning, he should make up for it with an awesome dinner.

To do list:

- clean room

- awesome dinner

Mikey looked at his clock again and sighed. Those too alone would probably take up the rest of the day. Sure, it was only noon, but his room was a mess! Plus, he always gets distracted, so that's gotta be like...3 hours at the very least. And dinner...well, he didn't even know what he was going to make yet, but it was probably going to be a while, and he had to spend time planning it too!

Mikey hated waking up late.

Still feeling groggy, he opened his phone to check social media before cleaning. Several artists that he followed had posted, and he made sure to like and comment on all of their art. Seeing that he got a few new likes and comments made him smile. Mikey wasn't used to getting compliments about his art outside of family, so it always made him feel giddy.

Continuing to scroll, he ended up following a couple more accounts, interacting with various posts and binge reading a comic series or two. Seeing people's stories and characters reminded him of all of his projects.

To do list:

- clean room

- awesome dinner

- webcomic/graphic novel series

- that one art piece

- tv show w/ leo

Stopping himself from adding more, he reminded himself, "Focus on the priorities." Mikey glanced at the time.

It was 2?!

Mikey nearly dropped his phone. "Shit, shit, shit!" He started bouncing his leg aggressively. He just wasted another two hours. His room was still a mess, dinner was unplanned, and now he definitely had no free time.

Nearly lunging out of bed, Mikey began to clean.

Well.

He started to think about cleaning.

There was so much. All the notebooks would have to be separated into their categories. His desk would also have to be cleaned since that's where several things would be put away. Art supplies ranging from epoxy resin to jewelry were scattered everywhere, which also meant he was going to have to figure out where and how to put away his resin stuff since it was new. Speaking of which, his supply shelf was disorganized again but he couldn't fix it because some supplies were still being used.

Mikey closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Start with something easy. He scanned the train car.

Clothes. Clothes were easy.

Laundry bin. Fold. Drawer. Laundry bin. Laundry bin. Drawer. Fold. Fold.

Mikey worked for a total of 10 minutes before someone interrupted him by knocking on his door. He didn't need to hear Raph speak to know it was him. His knock was always gentle, gentler than his other brothers'. It also had a deeper sound due to the size of Raph's fist.

Sure enough, Raph peaked his head in. "You doin' okay, big man?"

"Yep! Just cleaning." Mikey sent his big brother a glowing smile.

Raph was quiet for a moment. "Want to come out for a minute? It's 3 and you haven't eaten yet today."

Mikey froze. 3? No, no, no, no, no, it was just 2! How long had he been thinking.

Raph stepped in a little bit. "Mikey?"

He shook his head. "Sorry. Um, yeah! I can do that."

The blatant concern on his brother's face didn't leave his eyes, but he smiled softly. "Are you sure you doin' okay?"

"Yeah, just tired."

---

Apparently, Mikey could not do that.

Whether it was because of not eating at all that day, accidently eating too fast, stress, or a combination of those, Mikey felt sick. He had returned to his room to continue cleaning when his stomach flared up in pain. After a few minutes of trying to fight through it, Mikey collapsed onto his bed, curling into himself. Almost immediately, his eyes felt heavy.

No! He already slept enough today. He didn't need to waste more time.

But, with his stomach it's not like he could do anything. Mikey texted Leo, who immediately told him to take some ginger pills and try resting.

"Sorry, you're feeling bad Mikey. Anything we can do?" Leo watched as Mikey raided the med bay.

"Thanks, but I'm okay. Just laying down had helped."

Leo eyed him. "Alright. Make sure to take it easy."

Laying back down, Mikey stewed. It was 4 something, his room is hardly better, he hadn't even begun to think about dinner, and now he physically felt awful too.

Sighing, he put on a relaxing playlist and closed his eyes. There was no way he was going to be able to concentrate on doing anything, so might as well take a nap.

---

Mikey woke up disoriented. He was sweaty from all the blankets he piled on himself. Something was coming from his phone. It took him longer than he would like to admit to realize the "something" was the music he had put on. He turned it off.

It was 7.

Mikey felt like crying.

He did absolutely nothing and the day was gone. Completely wasted.

He always wasted his time. Day after day, he would only work on one or two things. The rest of the time was spent goofing off.

Planting his feet on the ground, Mikey stared at his room. It taunted him. All his dreams and interests were displayed. All his failures. He was never going to finish any of those projects.

Wasting time.

Mikey went to stand up but found that he couldn't. His limbs wouldn't move. His body didn't respond.

Tears started forming. Why was it so hard to do this? It was just cleaning his room! All he had to do was pick stuff up and move it!

He didn't move.

Wanting to scream, Mikey started scratching his arms. Why couldn't he do anything?

Half an hour passed before Mikey was able to force himself up.

Focus on the clothes. Just pick up the goddamn clothes. That's it. All he had to do.

Still feeling frozen, Mikey grabbed his headphones and put on one of Donnie's playlists. It was a loud one, electronic and noisy. He typically didn't like webcore and related genres, but Donnie had said that he liked listening to this because it quieted his mind. It was overstimulating, but that was the point. According to him, it allowed him to work without the burden of thinking.

Each step taken was a battle in his mind, but he made it to the clothes. Just pick them up. It's so easy. Stop wasting time.

Mikey grabbed them. Sighing from relief of actually doing something, he folded. Music blasted in his ears. He thoughts felt muffled, not completely gone but out of the way.

To do list:

- clean room

- awesome dinner

-webcomic/graphic novel series

- novel

- tv show w/ leo

- thank Donnie for playlist

In no time, all the clothes were put away. Mikey looked for something else that was easy.

Books. Those just had to be put on the bookshelf. He could do that.

Done. What next?

Notebooks just had to be sorted and put away, that's easy. He moved them all to his bed. There were two categories: desk or shelf. The important ones are put in his desk for easy access while the others are put on the shelf.

Project - desk. Random interest - shelf. Random interest - desk.

Once he was done, Mikey picked up the desk notebooks before freezing. His desk was a disaster. He would need to clean that before he could put these away.

He would have to figure out what to do with the various notes and papers. More books were in a stack, with a box of snacks on top. His laptop had his drawing tablet, mouse and headphones on top, with wires everywhere. Pens, pencils and some coloring books were there too.

Mikey sat down on his bed.

It was okay. Just focus on one thing at a time. The shelf notebooks could still be put away.

Raph knocked on his door again as he carried them.

"Wow, you've done a great job Mikey!"

Mikey thought that was generous, considering all the stuff still on his floor. Sure, it was better, but it wasn't clean.

"Thanks, Raphie!"

Not wanting to freak out in front of his brother, Mikey ignored the desk problem and chose his skating gear to put away instead.

Raph sat on his bed. "Whatcha listenin' to?"

Mikey shrugged, "Some music."

Mistake number 1. Mikey always played music on speakers unless he was dealing with something. He had specific playlists for certain moods, and his brothers always picked up on it.

Case in point, Raph frowned. Mikey ignored it and picked up a book he had missed earlier. "Can I listen too?" Raph asked.

Mikey moved his snack box to his bed and picked up the stack of books on his desk. "I don't think you'd like it. It's one of Donnie's playlists."

Mistake number 2. Mikey didn't like that kind of music, except for a few songs.

Raph sighed. "Mikey...what's going on? You've been in your room all day and you seem tense. You know you can talk to me, right?"

"Yeah, I know," Mikey quietly said. "I'm just a little frustrated, that's all."

He watched as Raph got up to grab Dr. Feeling's glasses, putting them on after returning to his spot. He didn't say anything, but the look on his face was full of encouragement. Mikey sighed and sat next to him. He told Raph about sleeping in. He told him about his plans. He told him what happened. He told Raph everything.

"I can't do anything!"

"Woah, that's a big thing to say. You can do lots'a things Mikey. You can paint and draw. You're an amazing cook-"

"Good that did today."

Raph was silent for a moment. "It's not your job to cook for us. If you aren't feelin' up to it, it's okay."

"But I wanted to cook!" Mikey's eyes stung and he looked away. "I want to do things! But when I try, I freeze! I sit and sit and sit doing nothing. Not just today. Everyday. I'm always wasting time, doing nothing."

"What? Mikey, you literally made an incredible drawing yesterday! And the day before that, you were working on your thing with Leo!"

"Those were the only things I did though. The rest of the time, I was just goofing off."

Mikey was suddenly pulled into a hug. "You don't need to be workin' all day. Hell, you don't need to work at all. What's important is if you're doin' what makes you happy, whether it's one of your stories or playin' video games all day."

Tears flowed from Mikey's eyes as he melted into the embrace. He felt Raph softly rubbing his shell. "We love you, Mikey. I love you, and I'll always be here for you."

[crypticpawpoems]

The Sea Made for Me

The clock strikes noon, but I’m not there to hear it

I’m out on the open sea

I left him behind, that scoundrel

Because he betrayed me

My family doesn’t care. They’re dead anyways

But I remember what filled them with glee

They loved being out here in the world where I am

Sailing on the open sea

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[artwallaus]

This uniquely designed Astronaut 3D Wall Clock is game-changing wall decor. The design concept is the universe, an astronaut sitting on the moon and thinking, and the clock's dial is a starry sky pattern sure to impress anyone.

This Wall Clock display excellent craftsmanship and High- quality resin art.