The drawing room at Womersley Hall in South Yorkshire has a fine plaster ceiling and fireplace, probably the work of the eighteenth-century architect James Paine. The fireplace opening is faced in Delft tiles and features classical mouldings, columns, and medallions.
The Fireplace, 1994
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Architectural element from a plaster mould
Made by Victor Ruprich-Robert (1820 -1887)
musée d'Orsay
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Pool Pool House in Los Angeles
Inspiration for a sizable Mediterranean backyard remodel with a rectangular lap pool house and stamped concrete floors
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I’ve created a mould using plaster bandage of a face using a cheap halloween mask.I enjoyed the process of using plaster bandage and would consider it for further projects.This is only a base of another creation as I want to explore skin textures and fillers with this piece aswell as distorting the appearance.
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Bronze casting (2024)
When casting at Maiale, you must provide your own plaster, wax for spruce
Grinding slurry (baked slurry) until very fine, place bucket under grinder, pull out black handle slightly so that v fine slurry may drop into bucket. Each bucket roughly one litre. Or wait is that 10 lol. Then one silver cup of chamotte in each black bucket.
Attaching sleeve to base: 5dl of plaster to just seal the bottom. This is 50ml and NOT 5 liters as I misunderstood.
Add water, mix thoroughly and then plaster 2 cups
Form touches base of mould then lift up by 2-3cm
You have to hold the form in place until the pour sets so the form doesn’t sink or float. You cannot do this alone.
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Wax forms and spruce
I think I made the spruces too long? Too much volume
The main lesson is these forms should have been sand casted flat. Because it is very easy to shape bronze after. A lot of pain blood and tears and costs could have been avoided. But I am learning lol.
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Mediterranean Pool Los Angeles
Inspiration for a sizable Mediterranean backyard remodel with a rectangular lap pool house and stamped concrete floors
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Rustic Kitchen Philadelphia
Enclosed kitchen - huge rustic u-shaped porcelain tile and multicolored floor enclosed kitchen idea with a farmhouse sink, raised-panel cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, blue backsplash, mosaic tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances, a peninsula and multicolored countertops
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sexual content minors dni.
the thought of eddie munson just being so desperate and aching in the middle of the night that he sleepily, desperately ruts up against the curve of your ass, tip leaking steadily all over the silk of your sleep shorts.
it’s. a thing. always has been a thing. your shorts meant the green light for him to grind and slide up against you in a feverish heat, moonlight peaking through the gap in the curtains and casting the hasty motions in your shadows.
you’re barely awake, only just rousing enough to get with the program and wiggle up against him, make it known he’s okay to keep going even as you bury your face into the pillow sleepily. you roll your hips, marvelling in the way his length kicks up at the movement.
he’s plastered right up against you from chest to thighs, moaning high pitched and desperate into your ear, mouthing at your neck as he ruts a little quicker. until he slides against you differently, askew enough to have his entire shaft slipping between the apex of your thighs, nestled in the tight heat of your sweaty skin, the curve of his tip slipping over your clit through a thin layer of satin.
“please, please baby, lemme stay here. can i?” he begs, peppering kisses against your shoulder and you can’t help but nod when he slides between your thighs again and nudges that bundle once more.
it’s hot, sweaty, the steady stream of pre leaking from his flushed red tip more than enough to slick up the way as he thrusts inside your thighs. you moan, can’t help yourself as the prickle of heat and want shoots up your spine and buries deep. you never expected it to feel so good, to keep you stimulated as much as it did him.
“so fucking good, sweetheart. even your thighs fuck me up, so tight.” eddie’s so stuck to your back he’s practically moulding into you, the bite of his fingertips teetering on painful in the dip of your waist as he uses his grip for leverage to keep thrusting. his curls stuck to your sweaty skin, kisses turning to biting and sucking as he teeters close.
you can’t help the noises that fall from your own lips, needy and hungry for it. it feels good. so good. to feel how desperate he is to get off, listen to how pathetic he sounds being brought to the edge by nothing more than the squeeze of your thighs and the roll of your hips. he knew how to make your head big, so in love with you and turned on by your body that he’d fuck any part you were willing to offer up.
it’s all too much, even with your eyes shut. so when you open them and look down, watching the head of his cock sliding in and out of your thighs and covering you in creamy spatters, it’s too much. your body coils tight like a spring and you’re reaching your own peak before he reaches his, clamping your thighs even tighter with the sheer force of it.
“holy shit, did you—? oh god, fuck it’s so wet, ngh,” eddie thrusts behind you sporadically, sucking right on the tip of your shoulder as he cums in between your thighs, thick spurts soothing the slight sting of your skin, painting you in a gorgeous pearlescent mess.
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Traditional Living Room - Home Bar
Large exquisite enclosed living area with a bar, blue walls, a regular fireplace, a stone fireplace, and no television.
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