<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:38:20.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake the Sculpture</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-6343989301049592330</id><published>2011-04-16T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T11:54:23.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hiatus</title><content type='html'>I might not post again on here in a while since I am getting some new clay, paints, etc. and I am going to be experimenting with making real costumes for my people and real hair. I can't wait to try out some new techniques, and anyway, I have hit the number ten mark on my list of characters, so I think I have earned a little break. (:&amp;nbsp; The Shakespeare half of my brain shall rest awhile, while I tread new ground in the world of sculpting.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-6343989301049592330?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/6343989301049592330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/6343989301049592330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/6343989301049592330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-hiatus.html' title='On Hiatus'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-5543177500179787549</id><published>2011-04-16T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T11:44:38.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Merry Wives of Windsor</title><content type='html'>This character is Mistress Page, a merry wife who, along with Mistress Ford, makes a complete fool out of a certain man named Sir John Falstaff. One of the hardest parts of making this character was trying to make her look the right age, and merry, but not over merry. Well, without further Ado, here is Mistress Page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8V1OQkrBB8k/TanFLJrvEeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HeDaTv2ZfR8/s1600/100_0337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8V1OQkrBB8k/TanFLJrvEeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HeDaTv2ZfR8/s320/100_0337.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PtxhdBHNEuU/TanFbXlY_CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Zalw4ggukq4/s1600/100_0339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PtxhdBHNEuU/TanFbXlY_CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Zalw4ggukq4/s320/100_0339.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e0e3ef; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.william-shakespeare.info/act2-script-text-merry-wives-of-windsor.htm"&gt;MISTRESS PAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will I if he come under my hatches, I'll never&lt;br /&gt;to sea again. Let's be revenged on him: let's&lt;br /&gt;appoint him a meeting; give him a show of comfort in&lt;br /&gt;his suit and lead him on with a fine-baited delay,&lt;br /&gt;till he hath pawned his horses to mine host of the Garter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e0e3ef; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Thus plots Mistress Page against Falstaff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e0e3ef; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-5543177500179787549?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/5543177500179787549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/04/merry-wives-of-windsor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/5543177500179787549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/5543177500179787549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/04/merry-wives-of-windsor.html' title='The Merry Wives of Windsor'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8V1OQkrBB8k/TanFLJrvEeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HeDaTv2ZfR8/s72-c/100_0337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-6245439718813158674</id><published>2011-03-30T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:18:14.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick update on what I am doing, since I haven't said anything in a while. I am working on a character from The Merry Wives of Windsor; in fact, she is being baked in the oven as I type. She turned out okay I think, except for the fact that her shoes are a total disaster, but hopefully I will be able to fix that to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again when she is finished and when I know what I will make next, though I already have an idea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-6245439718813158674?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/6245439718813158674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-quick-update-on-what-i-am-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/6245439718813158674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/6245439718813158674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-quick-update-on-what-i-am-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-8011864709624554591</id><published>2011-02-25T16:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:46:31.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Macbeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQNj7mkJv6E/TWglt2DT9fI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NgljtiheSfE/s1600/100_0288.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQNj7mkJv6E/TWglt2DT9fI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NgljtiheSfE/s320/100_0288.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s0T8Yd0x_RE/TWgl8QXt2jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xAVkSnvjFXY/s1600/100_0297.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s0T8Yd0x_RE/TWgl8QXt2jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xAVkSnvjFXY/s320/100_0297.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BOe600D2X_c/TWgmILhcZiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zLW3OWAgj0g/s1600/100_0303.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BOe600D2X_c/TWgmILhcZiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zLW3OWAgj0g/s320/100_0303.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Intending  to make a boy named Fleance, I ended by making a man named Macbeth.  This is a young version of Macbeth; I imagine that this is the era  before he became a highland warrior, because his face has so little care  or concern on it. The tartan kilt is the Macbeth clan colors, and  though it certainly did not come out perfectly, at least it looks like  the Macbeth tartan. I had made a Scottish guy before, so the concept was  not quite so alien to me. The time period of Macbeth confused me at  first though, because highlanders had not started to wear leather  jackets yet, but instead wore at least three layers of clothing; a linen  shirt, then a wool waistcoat, then a wool jacket, and sometimes even a  wool cloak over all that. The cloaks of the lower class were a dark  green, and the cloaks of the upper class were black, so don't start  thinking I was going for a modern Gothic look. (: He may be a bit  scantily clad considering, but who knows, it could be summer in  Scotland. I usually don't adhere too closely to period costume any way.  After all, Shakespeare never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a quote which  comes right at the end of the play, when Macbeth fights with Macduff; I  thought it adequately represented the pride and high spirit of  Macbeth's character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/macbeth/full.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MACBETH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will not yield,&lt;br /&gt;To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,&lt;br /&gt;And to be baited with the rabble's curse.&lt;br /&gt;Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,&lt;br /&gt;And thou opposed, being of no woman born,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I will try the last. Before my body&lt;br /&gt;I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,&lt;br /&gt;And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'&lt;span style="background-color: #b45f06; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-8011864709624554591?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8011864709624554591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/02/macbeth_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/8011864709624554591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/8011864709624554591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/02/macbeth_25.html' title='Macbeth'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQNj7mkJv6E/TWglt2DT9fI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NgljtiheSfE/s72-c/100_0288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-2348133871893186526</id><published>2011-02-05T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T16:21:05.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, This is Interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TU3MJ4NxmxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wUeuzZLhu2U/s320/100_0264.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I sat down to start Fleance - and ended up with this? I am going to have to rethink my character choice, because this sure is no little boy. I guess I will find who this is once I make the face. So much for plans...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-2348133871893186526?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2348133871893186526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-this-is-interesting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/2348133871893186526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/2348133871893186526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-this-is-interesting.html' title='Well, This is Interesting'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TU3MJ4NxmxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wUeuzZLhu2U/s72-c/100_0264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-3290243195852693284</id><published>2011-01-31T16:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:10:44.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't been sculpting in a while because homework has been taking up most of my time, hopefully I can get Fleance started soon though. Till then, Fleance will have to sit around in his primordial form for some time.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-3290243195852693284?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/3290243195852693284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-i-havent-been-sculpting-in-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/3290243195852693284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/3290243195852693284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-i-havent-been-sculpting-in-while.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-9150162605560815310</id><published>2011-01-22T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:35:52.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Fleas for Fleance, Please</title><content type='html'>Since this seems to be a blog of firsts, such as, first old man, first chair, first painted pattern, first hoop skirt, first faerie, etc. why not try another first? I have never made anyone really young before, so I thought I would try Fleance from Macbeth. Not really an exciting choice I know, but it will be a challenge. I just had a thought--why not have Fleance recoiling in horror from a rat trying to climb on him? The rat could be symbolic of Macbeth's murderous intentions toward him, one of the weird sisters, or Fleance's innocent role in triggering once again the bloody thoughts of Macbeth. Hmm...thoughts, thoughts...wait, is that a dagger I see before me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-9150162605560815310?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/9150162605560815310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-more-fleas-for-fleance-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/9150162605560815310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/9150162605560815310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-more-fleas-for-fleance-please.html' title='No More Fleas for Fleance, Please'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-6528352684197976055</id><published>2011-01-21T12:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T12:44:24.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Midsummer Night's Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/midsummer/full.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fairy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:       Over hill, over dale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thorough bush, thorough brier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over park, over pale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thorough flood, thorough fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do wander everywhere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swifter than the moon's sphere;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I serve the fairy queen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To dew her orbs upon the green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cowslips tall her pensioners be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In their gold coats spots you see;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those be rubies, fairy favours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In those freckles live their savours:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must go seek some dewdrops here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our queen and all our elves come here anon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TTnLfo2klbI/AAAAAAAAADs/0u5lM31eRyo/s1600/100_0220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TTnLfo2klbI/AAAAAAAAADs/0u5lM31eRyo/s320/100_0220.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TTnMfGTQEqI/AAAAAAAAADw/-Dxg_dqc52w/s1600/100_0237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TTnMfGTQEqI/AAAAAAAAADw/-Dxg_dqc52w/s320/100_0237.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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It was very difficult to make her face just right, I don't know how many times I sculpted her mouth, or tweaked her chin. Her cloak was difficult also in that it took me about two hours to paint; it is pretty much the only part of her that displays her rank in the faerie fold, so it had to be fancy looking enough. I don't know if it can be noticed in the picture, but her eyes are violet colored, and her hair is in a triangular cut out hair net, to add a sort of "netting" element to the sculpture ever so slightly reminiscent of spider webs. She has no wings, but that is because wings seemed such an unnatural element to add to her, I don't know why- most faerie sculptures I see have wings. She looks to me like she just snapped out of a dream, and is about to ask what visions she has seen. Or at least, slightly curious and wondering. She turned out better than I could have ever dared to hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-6528352684197976055?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/6528352684197976055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/midsummer-nights-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/6528352684197976055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/6528352684197976055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/midsummer-nights-dream.html' title='A Midsummer Night&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TTnLfo2klbI/AAAAAAAAADs/0u5lM31eRyo/s72-c/100_0220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-3892573555253465742</id><published>2011-01-13T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:28:36.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>As soon as I get more wire, its sculpt away! Hopefully, anyway. I'm thinking about making a faerie from A Midsummer Night's Dream, but somehow faeries just never turn out for me. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-3892573555253465742?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/3892573555253465742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/waiting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/3892573555253465742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/3892573555253465742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-372319613568954673</id><published>2011-01-07T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:35:30.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Timon of Athens</title><content type='html'>Finally I am doing a Tragedy. This fellow is Timon of Athens, and yes, he is wearing a flowery wreath. You see, Timon has been rather addled since he found the world to be so unjust and unforgiving. Of course, one would not expect a classic misanthrope to wear flowers, but he is, after all, insane, living in a cave, and eating roots. I got the idea of a flower crown from watching Ian McKellan's King Lear, where Lear, the once king, being mad, runs around with a flower crown instead of a gold one. I thought it was a interesting and thoughtful touch, so I applied to my mad Timon. Alas, poor Timon, the flatterers ruined him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e0e3ef; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.william-shakespeare.info/act4-script-text-timon-of-athens.htm"&gt;SCENE III&lt;/a&gt;. Woods and cave, near the seashore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter TIMON, from the cave&lt;br /&gt;O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth&lt;br /&gt;Rotten humidity; below thy sister's orb&lt;br /&gt;Infect the air! Twinn'd brothers of one womb,&lt;br /&gt;Whose procreation, residence, and birth,&lt;br /&gt;Scarce is dividant, touch them with several fortunes;&lt;br /&gt;The greater scorns the lesser: not nature,&lt;br /&gt;To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune,&lt;br /&gt;But by contempt of nature.&lt;br /&gt;Raise me this beggar, and deny 't that lord;&lt;br /&gt;The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,&lt;br /&gt;The beggar native honour.&lt;br /&gt;It is the pasture lards the rother's sides,&lt;br /&gt;The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares,&lt;br /&gt;In purity of manhood stand upright,&lt;br /&gt;And say 'This man's a flatterer?' if one be,&lt;br /&gt;So are they all; for every grise of fortune&lt;br /&gt;Is smooth'd by that below: the learned pate&lt;br /&gt;Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing level in our cursed natures,&lt;br /&gt;But direct villany. Therefore, be abhorr'd&lt;br /&gt;All feasts, societies, and throngs of men!&lt;br /&gt;His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains:&lt;br /&gt;Destruction fang mankind! Earth, yield me roots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate&lt;br /&gt;With thy most operant poison! What is here?&lt;br /&gt;Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold? No, gods,&lt;br /&gt;I am no idle votarist: roots, you clear heavens!&lt;br /&gt;Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair,&lt;br /&gt;Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this&lt;br /&gt;Will lug your priests and servants from your sides,&lt;br /&gt;Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads:&lt;br /&gt;This yellow slave&lt;br /&gt;Will knit and break religions, bless the accursed,&lt;br /&gt;Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves&lt;br /&gt;And give them title, knee and approbation&lt;br /&gt;With senators on the bench: this is it&lt;br /&gt;That makes the wappen'd widow wed again;&lt;br /&gt;She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores&lt;br /&gt;Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices&lt;br /&gt;To the April day again. Come, damned earth,&lt;br /&gt;Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds&lt;br /&gt;Among the route of nations, I will make thee&lt;br /&gt;Do thy right nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TSdcfi_BxJI/AAAAAAAAADc/jlWnY9Q0llc/s1600/100_0202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TSdcfi_BxJI/AAAAAAAAADc/jlWnY9Q0llc/s320/100_0202.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e0e3ef; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-372319613568954673?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/372319613568954673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/timon-of-athens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/372319613568954673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/372319613568954673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2011/01/timon-of-athens.html' title='Timon of Athens'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TSdcfi_BxJI/AAAAAAAAADc/jlWnY9Q0llc/s72-c/100_0202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-4601124320093749243</id><published>2010-12-24T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:09:16.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Christmas. Tomorrow. So, what does that mean? It means that tomorrow we will be celebrating the birth of Christ by exchanging presents and feasting with family members. Even people who don't claim to be Christians celebrate Christmas. Why is that? My answer is that people feel the importance of rejoicing on this day, even though their hearts are far away; it sounds powerful, and it is. People celebrate Christ's nativity without even having acknowledged Him. That, to me, is amazing, and though others might try to cross the Christ out of Christmas and replace Him with Hallmark, that can never be, because all people feel His presence too powerfully to deny His holiday by ceasing to recognize it. I know that all of this has nothing to do with clay or Shakespeare, but it's Christmas tomorrow, and I would just like to say a little something today.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers everybody, and have a merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;L.P.G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-4601124320093749243?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/4601124320093749243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/4601124320093749243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/4601124320093749243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-5584341348706988849</id><published>2010-12-22T12:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:58:22.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winter's Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TRJIfNYjvcI/AAAAAAAAADI/unrxRQDiFuk/s1600/100_0177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TRJIfNYjvcI/AAAAAAAAADI/unrxRQDiFuk/s320/100_0177.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TRJIsFuizuI/AAAAAAAAADM/AXG2R_8CjnM/s1600/100_0175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TRJIsFuizuI/AAAAAAAAADM/AXG2R_8CjnM/s320/100_0175.jpg" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Autolycus, a rogue. What more is there to tell? Shakespeare's best descriptions are those with fewest words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/winters_tale/full.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AUTOLYCUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="" name="4.4.246"&gt;     Lawn as white as driven snow;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="4.4.247"&gt;Cyprus black as e'er was crow;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="4.4.248"&gt;Gloves as sweet as damask roses;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="4.4.249"&gt;Masks for faces and for noses;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="4.4.250"&gt;Bugle bracelet, necklace amber,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="4.4.251"&gt;Perfume for a lady's chamber;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="4.4.252"&gt;Golden quoifs and stomachers,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="4.4.253"&gt;For my lads to give their dears:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="4.4.254"&gt;Pins and poking-sticks of steel,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="4.4.255"&gt;What maids lack from head to heel:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="4.4.256"&gt;Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="4.4.257"&gt;Buy lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first sales jingle was invented by Shakespeare. (: &lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-5584341348706988849?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/5584341348706988849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/12/winters-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/5584341348706988849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/5584341348706988849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/12/winters-tale.html' title='The Winter&apos;s Tale'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TRJIfNYjvcI/AAAAAAAAADI/unrxRQDiFuk/s72-c/100_0177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-4449350127014775500</id><published>2010-12-17T14:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:18:31.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbaked Rogues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TQvCsd0uO5I/AAAAAAAAADA/8OGKY4OSE7k/s1600/100_0157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TQvCsd0uO5I/AAAAAAAAADA/8OGKY4OSE7k/s320/100_0157.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TQvDSpxzoII/AAAAAAAAADE/nSjaGUGWlE8/s1600/100_0154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TQvDSpxzoII/AAAAAAAAADE/nSjaGUGWlE8/s320/100_0154.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, here he is. I am putting in the final revision touches at the moment, then it is to the oven. He is leaning, yes, but only because he has no base yet, and won't for a while. Oh man, do I wish I had a real work space, I don't even have a desk. Why? Because the room is too small. A house a house, my kingdom for a house!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I pre made some eye balls, which I have been meaning to do for quite a while, so I think the eyes should turn out a bit better this time. I also have to make sure I tilt the head downward a bit more before I bake him, because he looks like he is stargazing. I hope he looks roguish enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-4449350127014775500?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/4449350127014775500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-here-he-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/4449350127014775500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/4449350127014775500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-here-he-is.html' title='Unbaked Rogues'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TQvCsd0uO5I/AAAAAAAAADA/8OGKY4OSE7k/s72-c/100_0157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-8744288314882641605</id><published>2010-12-15T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:33:22.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick-Nack</title><content type='html'>Autolycus, a rogue. That is what the list of characters before The Winter's Tale says, anyway. So here lies the question- what on earth does an Elizabethan rogue look like?&lt;br /&gt;The man is masquerading as a merchant of nick-nacks and trifles, yet goes about picking pockets and swindling swains during and after business hours. What would a such a man look like, who walked about the country singing "Jog on jog on"? Worn, wrinkled, brown, cunning, and...merry. Yes, merry. If he wasn't merry why would he sing a duet with a shepherdess? Needless to say, Autolycus is a fascinating character, and, though I often tend to spend most my time on what my figures wear, I think I will need to focus hard on the face for this one, then dress him in something vague and cover him with trinkets and bird cages and ribbons and rolls of old song sheets...&lt;br /&gt;In short, details, details, details! Just thinking about him makes me want to sing--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jog on jog on the foot path way,&lt;br /&gt;and merrily hent the stile-a.&lt;br /&gt;Your merry heart goes all the day,&lt;br /&gt;but your sad one tires in a mile-a."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-8744288314882641605?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8744288314882641605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/12/nick-nack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/8744288314882641605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/8744288314882641605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/12/nick-nack.html' title='Nick-Nack'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-2608681934528815409</id><published>2010-12-12T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:57:54.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All's Well That Ends Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TQUzJP9lGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8tQklq7CvkY/s1600/100_0148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TQUzJP9lGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8tQklq7CvkY/s320/100_0148.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably have already noticed, I did it again. I did not post progress pictures. The thing is, it's just so annoying to stop and take pictures when all one wants to do is sculpt or paint. Anyway, that is not what I am unhappy about. The issue is with Helena, she is leaning backwards!!!! I am SO unhappy. You can't tell in the pictures, and hopefully it isn't terribly bad, but in person it just looks horrible. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at least the rest of it turned out okay; you can't see the hair very well in the picture, but it turned out pretty well, I think. Of course, the "touch of red" I talked about earlier blossomed into a huge skirt of red, but that's okay too. I guess she did turn out all right, but she certainly doesn't look like how I imagined, somehow the clay always ends up deciding what a person will look like.&lt;br /&gt;Helena is a woman who is in love with Bertram, and the entire play is about how Helena tries to marry and keep the unloving Bertram through impossible circumstances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.enotes.com/alls-well-that-ends-well-text/act-ii-scene-1"&gt;KING&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What 'her' is that?&lt;br /&gt;LAFEU.&lt;br /&gt;Why, doctor 'she': my lord, there's one arriv'd,&lt;br /&gt;If you will see her,--now, by my faith and honour,&lt;br /&gt;If seriously I may convey my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;In this my light deliverance, I have spoke&lt;br /&gt;With one that in her sex, her years, profession,&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom, and constancy, hath amaz'd me more&lt;br /&gt;Than I dare blame my weakness: will you see her,--&lt;br /&gt;For that is her demand,--and know her business?&lt;br /&gt;That done, laugh well at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-2608681934528815409?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2608681934528815409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/12/alls-well-that-ends-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/2608681934528815409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/2608681934528815409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/12/alls-well-that-ends-well.html' title='All&apos;s Well That Ends Well'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TQUzJP9lGWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8tQklq7CvkY/s72-c/100_0148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-3493031144918778304</id><published>2010-12-08T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:47:47.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decision</title><content type='html'>I guess I will make Helena from All's Well That Ends Well. I can see her so clearly in my mind's eye, that I am afraid my art will not do her justice. Such a mischievous expression, with dark brows and light hair. Such a gown and hair style, pompadour fashion, such a personality! This will take me awhile, I know, because I have to get this right. I think her color theme will be white, black, and a touch of red. Colors reflect a personality, of course. I will try to post pictures periodically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-3493031144918778304?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/3493031144918778304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/12/decision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/3493031144918778304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/3493031144918778304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/12/decision.html' title='The Decision'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-2551149897774357755</id><published>2010-12-04T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:17:34.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Now?</title><content type='html'>Alright, so what do I make now? I have an armature for a skirt already made, so the person has to be female. However, the question is, who should I make? I need help, there are too many plays! If anybody wants to make a suggestion, by all means, leave a comment. I just feel at a loss as to what to do right now...&lt;br /&gt;Then again, nobody reads my blog regularly, according to the stats. Where are all those Shakespeare people? I know your out there! Somebody!&lt;br /&gt;(cue echo effect)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-2551149897774357755?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2551149897774357755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/2551149897774357755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/2551149897774357755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-now.html' title='What Now?'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-4710288519944083199</id><published>2010-11-28T11:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T11:35:29.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tempest</title><content type='html'>Knowing that the Shakespeare world is all abuzz with the up and coming movie, The Tempest, I thought that a sculpture of Ariel would be quite timely. Now who is Ariel? He is and airy spirit in service to a magician. Makes perfect sense, doesn't it? The beginning of the play sees a violent tempest, but it is not until later that the reader learns that Ariel is the cause of it. My sculpture shows Ariel looking on as the sailors drown, with a smug look of satisfaction on his face. I wasn't quite sure how to represent a faerie person, so I ended up trying to make him look wild and forest wight like. Notice his clothing- it is scant, but savors of the mischievous dryad. You can't see it very well in the picture, but his cloak took a lot of layering with colors to create the right color and texture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/tempest/full.html" name="speech44"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROSPERO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2934636742041903381&amp;amp;postID=4710288519944083199" name="1.2.224"&gt;Hast thou, spirit,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2934636742041903381&amp;amp;postID=4710288519944083199" name="1.2.225"&gt;Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2934636742041903381&amp;amp;postID=4710288519944083199" name="speech45"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARIEL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2934636742041903381&amp;amp;postID=4710288519944083199" name="1.2.226"&gt;To every article.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2934636742041903381&amp;amp;postID=4710288519944083199" name="1.2.227"&gt;I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2934636742041903381&amp;amp;postID=4710288519944083199" name="1.2.228"&gt;Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2934636742041903381&amp;amp;postID=4710288519944083199" name="1.2.229"&gt;I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2934636742041903381&amp;amp;postID=4710288519944083199" name="1.2.230"&gt;And burn in many places; on the topmast,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2934636742041903381&amp;amp;postID=4710288519944083199" name="1.2.231"&gt;The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2934636742041903381&amp;amp;postID=4710288519944083199" name="1.2.232"&gt;Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2934636742041903381&amp;amp;postID=4710288519944083199" name="1.2.233"&gt;O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2934636742041903381&amp;amp;postID=4710288519944083199" name="1.2.234"&gt;And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2934636742041903381&amp;amp;postID=4710288519944083199" name="1.2.235"&gt;Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2934636742041903381&amp;amp;postID=4710288519944083199" name="1.2.236"&gt;Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2934636742041903381&amp;amp;postID=4710288519944083199" name="1.2.237"&gt;Yea, his dread trident shake.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TPKQjR8eHYI/AAAAAAAAACc/Fd0MWnnYdoo/s1600/100_0136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TPKQjR8eHYI/AAAAAAAAACc/Fd0MWnnYdoo/s320/100_0136.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TPKQ5M4zXPI/AAAAAAAAACg/Qyt5N5IexqE/s1600/100_0134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TPKQ5M4zXPI/AAAAAAAAACg/Qyt5N5IexqE/s320/100_0134.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TPKRKrUpKcI/AAAAAAAAACk/fqNipigQdcM/s1600/100_0135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TPKRKrUpKcI/AAAAAAAAACk/fqNipigQdcM/s320/100_0135.jpg" width="126" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The only place outside without snow on it was the woodpile, so I had to settle for such a setting for Ariel, which is too bad. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-4710288519944083199?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/4710288519944083199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/11/tempest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/4710288519944083199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/4710288519944083199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/11/tempest.html' title='The Tempest'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TPKQjR8eHYI/AAAAAAAAACc/Fd0MWnnYdoo/s72-c/100_0136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-5829542628119288037</id><published>2010-10-28T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:45:30.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To One Thing Constant Never</title><content type='html'>I have decided not to place a deadline on my sculptures anymore-it's just not going to work that way. So, I will still post my stuff, just not with an obligation. I am tired of History plays, I think I will make Ariel from The Tempest next. This one should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-5829542628119288037?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/5829542628119288037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-one-thing-constant-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/5829542628119288037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/5829542628119288037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-one-thing-constant-never.html' title='To One Thing Constant Never'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-2940949330189515140</id><published>2010-10-25T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:45:37.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry V</title><content type='html'>Katherine, Princess of France, is complete. In the play Henry V, Katherine appears only twice, however, she is destined to become a French queen to an English king and country. She recognizes the fact that if France loses the war with England, at the peace negotiations she is likely to be given in marriage to the eligible English king. In spite of that, Katherine throws the English king hurdles to his wooing, such as, not allowing him to kiss her because it is the fashion in France. Shakespeare gives her all the force and wit of one of his major heroines, even though she plays a relatively minor part in the performance.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont pleines de tromperies."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: O good God! the language of men is full of deceit. &lt;br /&gt;Very apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TMXsAdWKfdI/AAAAAAAAACM/LE4xrTefjJ8/s1600/100_0115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TMXsAdWKfdI/AAAAAAAAACM/LE4xrTefjJ8/s320/100_0115.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-2940949330189515140?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2940949330189515140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/henry-v.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/2940949330189515140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/2940949330189515140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/henry-v.html' title='Henry V'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TMXsAdWKfdI/AAAAAAAAACM/LE4xrTefjJ8/s72-c/100_0115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-4369013606568504263</id><published>2010-10-21T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:10:14.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Henry V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TMCJW002X0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ikw7rpgglwo/s320/100_0104.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Front view of Katherine. She has no feet as of yet; I meant to take in progress pictures of her, but I couldn't find the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TMCLR-nXKiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/332i1zEOL0Y/s1600/100_0105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TMCLR-nXKiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/332i1zEOL0Y/s320/100_0105.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TMCMnO6-flI/AAAAAAAAACA/dDWEAtjmBN8/s1600/100_0106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TMCMnO6-flI/AAAAAAAAACA/dDWEAtjmBN8/s320/100_0106.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TMCNX2yJKTI/AAAAAAAAACE/ORsyRQOB88c/s1600/100_0107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TMCNX2yJKTI/AAAAAAAAACE/ORsyRQOB88c/s320/100_0107.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When my mom looked at Princess Katherine, she said, "I really like the back part of it." I hope my specialty does not become bustles. She looks a bit peaked right now, but after she is baked and colored she should look better. I think I need to fix that chin too. The skirt of the dress turned out well though, I do believe; it is always difficult to make folds just right. I couldn't give her curly hair because the hair styles back then were rather...tight, if you know what I mean. I hope she looks corseted enough, I had a bugger of a time trying to make her look corseted- a thing I have never done before. The seat is holding up, hurrah! I hope it doesn't collapse in the oven. Well, time to make some feet for her now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-4369013606568504263?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/4369013606568504263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/update-on-henry-v.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/4369013606568504263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/4369013606568504263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/update-on-henry-v.html' title='Update on Henry V'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TMCJW002X0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ikw7rpgglwo/s72-c/100_0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-5462799658971589713</id><published>2010-10-12T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:12:59.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TLS'ed and Bak'ed and a'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TLTcgATHB4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XvqYDOkO5V8/s1600/100_0103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TLTcgATHB4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XvqYDOkO5V8/s320/100_0103.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I changed tactics, and although I &lt;i&gt;did &lt;/i&gt;TLS and bake it, that is as far as I will go until the final baking; after which I will add detail in paints for bringing out the grain of the wood, paint the ribbon, and make the nobbins some sort of metal color, and gloss it. All that has to wait until I bake it the last time, however. Now, for some reference pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-5462799658971589713?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/5462799658971589713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/tlsed-and-baked-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/5462799658971589713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/5462799658971589713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/tlsed-and-baked-and.html' title='TLS&apos;ed and Bak&apos;ed and a&apos;'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TLTcgATHB4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XvqYDOkO5V8/s72-c/100_0103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-425128199243824084</id><published>2010-10-12T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:49:44.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seating Object</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TLTHlyEni7I/AAAAAAAAABw/tgkbDSGXap8/s1600/100_0101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TLTHlyEni7I/AAAAAAAAABw/tgkbDSGXap8/s320/100_0101.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It still needs more details, such as the grain of the wood and making the legs look better, but I added a few more elements, such as the ribbon tied to the leg by idle fingers and metal embellishments. Once I finish it I'll brush some diluted TLS tinted brown to try to create a varnished look. I will bake it once for about 30 min., then I will sculpt the Princess sitting on it, and bake them both (sufficiently supported!) for probably an hour. I have enough clay to start Kate, but I will have to wait to finish her until more clay arrives. Meanwhile, I will look up some reference pictures of dresses, headdresses, hair styles, etc. But even before all that, I have to finish some homework, make supper, and finish the object of repose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-425128199243824084?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/425128199243824084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/seating-object.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/425128199243824084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/425128199243824084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/seating-object.html' title='Seating Object'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TLTHlyEni7I/AAAAAAAAABw/tgkbDSGXap8/s72-c/100_0101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-8659286035378681056</id><published>2010-10-11T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:02:44.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stool or a Table?</title><content type='html'>I am working on what I planned to be a stool, unfortunately it has four legs and looks like a table. I am loth to give it three legs because of sturdiness issues. Here is what it looked like at first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TLOHx0FHx_I/AAAAAAAAABo/IjBYvHtSOvY/s1600/100_0098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TLOHx0FHx_I/AAAAAAAAABo/IjBYvHtSOvY/s320/100_0098.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is what it looks like after I added a couple details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TLOJDCdCzXI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZA9XOwMfH68/s1600/100_0099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TLOJDCdCzXI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZA9XOwMfH68/s320/100_0099.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It doesn't look too great yet, but its all in the details. I will work on it some more this evening and try to make it look more "finished."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-8659286035378681056?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/8659286035378681056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/stool-or-table.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/8659286035378681056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/8659286035378681056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/stool-or-table.html' title='A Stool or a Table?'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TLOHx0FHx_I/AAAAAAAAABo/IjBYvHtSOvY/s72-c/100_0098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-2415223805056177406</id><published>2010-10-06T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T18:42:22.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From England to France</title><content type='html'>Next sculpture will be (as I stated earlier) Katherine, Princess of France, from the play Henry V. Here's the plan, Kathy will be sitting on a stool. I have never made a stool before. Fingers are crossed, lets hope this stool turns out, otherwise royalty will have to submit to sitting on the floor; I sure hope I am skilled enough to prevent such an atrocity from happening. Of course, she could always stand, but that's boring, and I would have to make an armature for her skirt, which is complicated. Thinking of Katherine makes me feel like I'm making a little Shakespeare character family, which is odd. Anyway, stand by for stool news, I'll try to keep this blog better updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-2415223805056177406?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2415223805056177406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-england-to-france.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/2415223805056177406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/2415223805056177406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-england-to-france.html' title='From England to France'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-1958339866993627340</id><published>2010-10-05T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T19:28:52.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry IV part two</title><content type='html'>Prince Hal is done! In the play Henry IV, Prince Henry is the King's prodigal son, he means well but doesn't quite do well. Since Hal is the King's oldest son, he will inherit the kingship, which is a great worry to the old king, for he does not want the kingdom to fall into idle hands. Near the end of the play, Hal, when he sees his father supposedly dead, takes the crown as he would take a burden, which killed his father and which he is glad to keep, that it may poison him like it did his father. However, the old king did not die, he just fell asleep. The ensuing conversation is my favorite in all of Shakespeare's work, my paraphrasing cannot do it justice; read the play, it is worth it! In short, Hal reforms and the king dies content with his son.&lt;br /&gt;"My gracious lord! my father! This sleep is sound indeed, this is a sleep That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd So many English kings. Thy due from me Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood, Which nature, love, and filial tenderness Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously. My due from thee is this imperial crown, Which as immediate from thy place and blood, Derives itself to me. (Puts on crown)." Thus speaks Henry, thinking his father is dead, but he is only very ill, and sleeping soundly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TKvCk10Q2HI/AAAAAAAAABA/2gM-epWCfUs/s1600/100_0095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TKvCk10Q2HI/AAAAAAAAABA/2gM-epWCfUs/s320/100_0095.jpg" width="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-1958339866993627340?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/1958339866993627340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/henry-iv-part-two_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/1958339866993627340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/1958339866993627340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/henry-iv-part-two_05.html' title='Henry IV part two'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TKvCk10Q2HI/AAAAAAAAABA/2gM-epWCfUs/s72-c/100_0095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-445174825562374911</id><published>2010-10-03T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T19:00:21.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry IV part two update</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I am almost done with Prince Hal from Henry IV part two, I just have to touch up the paint job, make a base, and take his picture. It's taking me longer than I expected already, too much homework! But I should get him up pretty soon, I am so close to finishing him. On a sad note though, his legs are too long. A quarter of an inch too long. I'll have to be more exact next time, but it is so annoying since I can't change it now. Next character will be Princess Katherine of France from Henry V. Hmm, I think she would look good in a red dress, curly hair maybe, and a tall headdress? I have to finish Hal first though, and buy more clay. These people are so well dressed they take up too much of my clay! I can't wait to make some dressed-in-rags plebs...or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-445174825562374911?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/445174825562374911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/henry-iv-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/445174825562374911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/445174825562374911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/10/henry-iv-part-two.html' title='Henry IV part two update'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-2024026849822993665</id><published>2010-09-27T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T15:04:34.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry IV part one</title><content type='html'>For Henry IV part one, I made Sir John Falstaff. He has been described as a corrupt Santa Clause, a corrupter of youth, and a drunken, gluttonous, lying coward. Here's a quote from the play that commences after Sir John asked what time of day it was. &lt;br /&gt;"Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know. What a devil hast thou with the time of day? unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-color'd taffata; I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous as to demand the time of the day."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Though all this may be in the highest degree unflattering, still Sir John is one of Shakespeare's most memorable characters, and while reading the play one might unwittingly take Sir John's side and end up rooting for him instead of Prince Hal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TKD4u3_uwPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BNAX3AkcZn4/s1600/100_0091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TKD4u3_uwPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BNAX3AkcZn4/s320/100_0091.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934636742041903381-2024026849822993665?l=shakethesculpture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/feeds/2024026849822993665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/09/henry-iv-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/2024026849822993665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934636742041903381/posts/default/2024026849822993665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakethesculpture.blogspot.com/2010/09/henry-iv-part-one.html' title='Henry IV part one'/><author><name>Shake the Sculpture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09377543865038250961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RR2lTCHKq8/TKD4u3_uwPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BNAX3AkcZn4/s72-c/100_0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934636742041903381.post-767392780611592021</id><published>2010-09-26T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T18:46:09.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespeare Sculpting Challange!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I am a huge fan of everything Shakespeare, and I love sculpting in polymer clay, so I thought, why not try to make a character from each of Shakespeare's plays in, say, a year. I gave my self a large enough time frame since I am a full time student now, which also means I probably wont be posting every day, but I will try very hard to keep everything updated.&lt;br /&gt;I will be making all my figures out of a polymer clay called Super Sculpy, with a foil and wire armature (core), colored with acrylics and chalk pastels. I have Sir John Falstaff from Henry IV part one already done, and I will post that as soon as I can so that you all can see what kind of work I do. Since I did jump the gun a little with getting started, I am not sure about the end date; I'm thinking of the end of September 2011 maybe? I'll start with the Historys, then the Comedys, then the Tragedies, and finally the Romances. I will be going from my Riverside Shakespeare, and I will not do Cardenio or Edward III. Once I get more familiar with the whole blog thing, I will post a list. 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