#life casting

[sauce-central]

jazharold on TikTok

[fromthedust]

Gerd Rothmann  (German, b.1941, gold & silversmith working in Munich)

Ohrstücke (Ear Piece) - 1978

Mit der Hand umschlungen (With the hand entwined) (two views) - silver - 2015

Die Goldene Nase (The Gold Nose) - imprinted from J. Teunen -gold - 1984

Orangenes Mäntelchen über Gold (Orange cloak over gold) (two views) - necklace: gold, pigments with binder - 2021

Spuren bei der Arbeit (Tracks at Work) (three views) - platter: silver hammer-formed - 2022

Drei Brillanten auf dem Finger (Three diamonds on the Finger) - ring: white gold, zirkon - 2019

Über Daumen der rechten Hand (Over thumb of right hand) (two views) -  ring: gold, rubies - 2019

4 Finger und Daumen (4 Fingers and Thumb) (two views) - bracelet: gold - 2015

Schädel (Skull) (two views) - silver-hammer-formed from a single sheet to the head of A.D.Tratenroth - 1978

The Last Princess (two views) - necklace: 18k gold, rubies - 2018

Kaugummis mutieren zu Nuggets (Chewing Gum turns into Nuggets) - gold - 2014

Auf Den Punkt Gebracht (In a nutshell) - vessel: silver - 2018

“The desire to include one’s own body in the design is very archetypal and not new. With my casts of people’s body parts, I try to bring something personal and unmistakable into an aesthetic form. The 1970s were characterized by a radical upheaval in the culture of jewelry. My conception of jewelry was also altered by my intensive contacts with trends in the visual arts of that decade. I was searching for greater immediacy. Jewelry without a special connection to the person who wears it or who commissioned it seemed arbitrary and anonymously interchangeable. Casts of body parts such as the ears, nose, mouth, nipples, neck, hands and above all fingerprints became my working material.” — G.R.

[chimaerasketch]

Another WIP. Making a mold box to cast this older plaster hand cast of mine.

Currently I’m wanting it for a wall mounted art piece, but I think it could also make a fun business card holder.

[thomlocke73]

old discarded  castings, recyclyed for this devolpmental experiment.   looking at anthoney gormely------- its great!

[ode2miss-shared-epiphany4you]

vestigial spirits

[artmolds]

[thestuffedalligator]

My brother-in-law has a Thing where he gives me increasingly rare copies of The Bee Movie and it’s long since gone from “Goofy running gag” to “I don’t know how much money he’s willing to commit to this bit and it Scares Me.”

Where the fuck can we go from here

[ribbonentrails]

Took a long time to complete my first run, so it's only right to celebrate it by doing an equally long piece of the companions 🫶

[elizaisdunn]

how I imagine Grian telling the gang it’s time for a new season

[bixels]

Scary Sunset.

I'm concepting things way outta order in this story, but I'm sure you can piece things together. Context is for a storybeat where, after defeating and capturing Adagio (thus having all three sirens in her possession), Sunset enacts her revenge plot to release the sirens on Canterlot as Thea discovers she's been manipulated. In a confrontation, the two scuffle and fight over the siren orbs while Sunset struggles with her conflicting wants and emotions.

[faeriekit]

I think Alfred needs his own prompt 👻(dp x dc)

Alfred had died.

(It was a bit of a waste of time— he'd been scheduled to get the boys to and from their suit fitting at this time. Now here he was; languishing. Murdered. Sulking, even.)

(How frivolous.)

As a busy man with children (an adult child) to care for, a house to maintain, and a budget to supervise, Alfred's main goal was to return to Earth, obviously. If he left Master Bruce in charge of the dusting, the man would absolutely let the unused parts of the house go into disrepair. Too impatient, his ex-ward was.

The only problem was that in this green, nebulous, and gravity-free afterlife, there seemed to be only one way out— navigating through the individual worlds that the denizens of this world have molded around themselves, until he finds a being willing to grant his wish to return.

Alfred sighed, checked for the pistol at his hip and the rifle on his back, and marched straight upwards. Or. Well. Downwards. Actually... Never mind.

[ariaste]

Me: [sees everyone talking about how Assad Zaman was "literally" coming up with RPF about himself and Eric Bogosian in an interview]

Me: ah, fandom's doing its little "interpret an innocent comment in Some Kind Of Way" thing again, let's go find the video and do our own critical thinking about what was actually said here--

Assad: What would happen if I said-- [words that cannot be interpreted as anything but RPF fanfic]

Me:

Me: ok fandom gets a pass on this one actually

[tubbytarchia]

got an urge to design ponies oops

[doortotomorrow]

cooper howard » the trap

[riickgrimes]

This is a pretty bold move, but you said you believed in me. So, if you want this bench for yourself, I can take this large pizza past the big, blue building, and eat it alone at my miserable desk at my miserable job.

I do believe in you...And I do like pizza.

THE WALKING DEAD: THE ONES WHO LIVE 1.01 - "Years"