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Elegant Resin Wall Clock

Add a touch of sophistication to your space with this handcrafted resin wall clock. Featuring unique patterns and a modern design, it's both functional and artistic, perfect for any room.

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Timeless Memories: Creating Your Own Personalized Photo Wall Clock

Print Hutt offers a unique and personalized touch to timekeeping with their exclusive Personalized Photo Wall Clocks. Transform your living space by showcasing your most cherished memories on a quality timepiece. With a range of design options, choose from family photos, travel adventures, or life milestones to create a clock that not only tells the time but also narrates your story. Crafted with precision and attention to detail, Print Hutt's Personalized Photo Wall Clocks blend functionality with sentiment, making them an ideal and meaningful addition to any home. Capture the essence of time and memories with these beautifully customized wall clocks.

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[stonecraftcreation]

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

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[ap88]

[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.

[beasteaterr]

i can still feel my heartbeat humming with yours.

i can still smell earl grey and menthol on your breath,

and the rich, resinous scent of dragon’s blood incense.

i can still see our shadows slow dancing on the wall.

i can still hear your laugh and the ticking of the clock.

i can still feel the weight and warmth of your body against me,

though the room grew cooler —

a kind of foreshadowing,

who knew that night you’d slice me open and watch as i bled?

i did. i did, i did. i just wish i’d been wrong.

halo

[davycoquette]

the interview 2/3

PART ONE

Gingerly stepping over Robert Barclay's stiffening corpse, I cross the kitchen to pick up the phone hanging on the wall. The dial tone buzzes, filling my ear like the droning of flies. Bile gurgles into my throat, and I hang up so I can swallow it back down.

I sink to my haunches, dropping my notebook and recorder. My fingers claw through my hair and I curl into myself. My mantra goes, "Oh, God. Jesus. Fuck."

A deep groan answers from behind me.

My heart launches into my mouth and I pirouette out of my crouch. I only manage to twist and land on my ass, then crab-walk a few paces from Robert Barclay’s corpse. This is the first good look I’ve gotten at his face. He looks like one of those wax figures in a museum, but on a day when the AC’s busted. His eyes stand wide open and his mouth is agape, resin teeth slanted like they're ready to drop out. One hand is stretched out toward me and the other is curled into his chest.

"Rob? Rob, are you…" Still in there?

It's gas escaping. Some crime scene investigator I talked to a couple years back mentioned this happened when we were gearing up for the interview. It always stuck with me, popping into my conscience intermittently. Death is embarrassing. It's always embarrassed me. I don't know why.

His body gives a little squeak and I gag.

I guess someday this is gonna be me. Maybe someday soon. This is why my momma calls all the time. She thinks I'm gonna overdose, and some jackass is gonna walk in on me stiff on a floor somewhere.

R. Barclay's sounds have attracted his little terrier, and it's sniffing around his face. I summon it away with a click of my tongue and put my hand out. It scurries over with its nubby tail going fast and licks at my fingers, and I scrub its saliva over the crown of its head before picking myself up off the floor.

Robert Barclay is one of those writers who’ll remain a household name. They already make you read one of his books when you're in high school. He's a 'great American' author, and I'll be the forgotten asshole who missed the chance to do his last interview.

If I just got here yesterday, I think. Or did he kick it yesterday?

I look at his little dog, and it sort of looks back at me with its beady eyes that skew in opposite directions.

"Where's your food at, baby?" I ask, and it turns in a tight circle. "Ready to eat? You want breakfast?"

More circles.

I start going through cabinets, but I'm met with leaning towers of pots and pans and plastic containers in each one. He can't have used any of this shit in years. Poor old guy's probably been living on crackers and buffet cafeterias. He never had kids. Never married.

Up until now, he'd been driving himself — I saw his Buick out front where I parked my Amigo. It was like any other geezer's car: beat up around the bumper. Grey, enormous.

The little dog tires of my searching and tap-dances over to a plastic bin near the sliding door where Robert Barclay has his breakfast nook. There's hard bread crumbs on the glass-top table, a few little ants scurrying up and down the wall.

I scoop some kibble out of the bin and deposit it in the dog's food bowl. It lets me check the tag on its collar while it's scarfing the little cardboard flavored nuggets down. Raisin. The name is familiar, I realize; the little author biography blurb I read when I took the job mentioned something about R. Barclay living alone with his dog, Raisin.

While Raisin crunches kibbles, I stand and lean against the counter.

"I was gonna ask if you were working on anything," I tell Rob's body. "And if you ever thought your books were gonna be required reading for schoolkids."

Raisin dislodges a kibble with a wet sounding cough.

"I was gonna ask who you like reading these days."

I scrub my hand over my forehead, rake my fingers through my hair. My hand drops and I stare down at him. "Who do you like reading these days, Rob?"

A clock above the sink ticks as I stand over him. I haven't done much else since breaking in apart from feeding his dog. When he didn't come to the door, I'd stepped down off the concrete slab of his porch to shield my eyes and peer through his living room window, and I could see his silhouette on the kitchen floor from the front of the house. His place is situated out in the countryside, not a neighbor in sight. He doesn't lock his windows, so I let myself in so I could use his phone to call the ambulance.

But there's no hurry. It's not like I want to spend more time than I have to with this unexpectedly stiff and cold version of Robert Barclay, but there's a little part of me that's irrationally concerned I'll be blamed for his death. I have to talk myself down from that ledge: you had an appointment. He's been dead for hours, at least. What motive could you have possibly had? I guess I'm already anxious about what Jason's gonna say; it makes everything feel like one grand conspiracy to ruin me.

I've got some pills in my Isuzu Amigo parked outside. Standing there with my hip leaned against R. Barclay's kitchen counter, I think I better go pop one or four. I'll seem more collected, less suspicious, when the cops get here.

…Will they send cops?

PART THREE

[saberamane]

Ok, I got a bunch of flower keychains drilled last night as well as the final fantasy trio I made, so I'll get the rings and chains on them after work today and show everyone, and hopefully have them added to my stores. (All video game merch will be on my Kofi, all others will be on etsy.)

Ive also got some others that need drilled still, and some need to be sanded and polished AND drilled, but it's so hard to do so much with how much I work lol 😆

Other keychains to be added:

Pawprint

Dog bone

Game controller

'Game over'

Large 'Be Kind' block

Healing crystal charms

Heart

Butterflies

Also coming soon to my etsy shop (all resin):

Heart-shaped crystal like resin paperweight

Sword keychains/wall hangings

Small dragon & skull keychain or broach

Skull ashtray

10 inch by 9 inch dragon clock (with working clock)

10 inch by 8 inch 3d dragon wall hanging

3.5 inch Chinese dragon with roses keychain

3 inch by 5 inch viking inspired jewelry/trinket box

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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.

[printhutt123]

Neon Sign Board Manufacturer in Delhi

Print Hutt is a premier Neon Sign Board Manufacturer based in Delhi, combining expertise and craftsmanship to illuminate spaces with distinctive signage. Renowned for meticulous attention to detail, they offer versatile designs, from minimalist to intricate, ensuring each neon sign is a unique work of art. With a commitment to client collaboration, Print Hutt tailors neon signs for diverse occasions, including weddings, birthdays, and commercial branding. Their creations transcend borders, captivating a global audience. As a beacon of Delhi's artistic expression, Print Hutt continues to shape the city's neon sign landscape with a radiant fusion of creativity and quality.

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[stonecraftcreation]

Epoxy Wooden Wall Clock, Blue Resin Modern Hanging Wall Clock Decor, Christmas Gifts Decors

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[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

[arvindhandicrafts]

The Resin Ganesh with Mushak on Stand is a stunning and intricate representation of Lord Ganesha, one of the most revered and beloved deities in Hinduism. Crafted with meticulous attention to detail, this exquisite piece showcases the rich cultural heritage and spiritual significance associated with Lord Ganesha.

RESIN GANESH WITH MUSHAK ON STAND

Arvind Handicrafts is a company that offers a unique line of artistic home decor products and gifting items, with their distinct elephant logo being a symbol of quality and uniqueness. The company provides a diverse range of products, including wall decor, wall clocks, table decor, mirror frames, photo frames, and paintings. Each product is carefully crafted to add a touch of elegance to any living space or office.