resin painting

Here's what I've learned so far:

 Castin Craft, which is $82/gallon and the cheapest and almost only thing they had at the best art supply within an hour of my house - is NOT what you want for coating a painting.  You want epoxy.  If you do use castin craft - the catalyst instructions are vague.  think 1% catalyst in the solution.  

Work smaller so you can afford the epoxy.  (I'm doing 18" square - next time I'll do 6".)

Wear gloves even if you were just looking at it for a second and didn't think it would get on you.

Disposable gloves.  Maybe doubled up.  Or just use and throw out the blue kitchen kind.  

If you do it in the basement, even if you close the vents upstairs and open all the windows, it will still stink up the house and make you worry that you're killing the kids.

Making a frame of tape around the edge of the painting so that resin doesn't pour off is a bad idea because it will fall toward the surface of the resin like a magnet.  I think I'll make a wood frame.  I bought cradled boards.  I should have just turned them upside down.  ...  I should have used them upside down.  ...ugh.  next time.  

My workspace is a sticky disaster.  (We can''t exercise because it's the same space.)  This is the messiest medium I've ever used because it's so toxic and takes so long to dry.  And because it poured off the sides of the paintings in puddles that spread on the shower curtain I laid down.  I don't think the floor is level in the basement.  Next time I would use a level for where I laid the substrate.  

I used more catalyst with the second pour so it should be OK to work on tomorrow morning.  I should have turned them upside down.  They're a wreck now.  The tape pulled up most of the edges like gelatin.  

nutrient dense little debbie brownies

in a mortar and pestle:

one medjool date

four walnuts

drizzle of flaxseed oil

1/8 tsp vanilla

1 T of cocoa powder

mash, then form into familiar looking rectangle.  

I try not to discuss diet beyond recipes because it's so very boring, BUT - feel free to skip ahead - a week ago I told myself I was ready to fast.  ( I even put vinegar on my nipples to help Gracie wean but it didn't dissuade her for a moment.)  I did the master cleanse for about 6 hours....  I decided, from the vantage point of eating nothing, that I would add in the diet of a raw foodist, fruits, vegetables, some seeds and nuts, and also eat some cooked meat and some cooked vegetables and beans (I researched the raw meat diet, but couldn't bring myself to do it.)  I feel great.  Watermelon is my new favorite food.  I also like to have a smoothie of 

1/2 cup plain fat free yogurt

drizzle of flaxseed oil

large handful of BABY spinach ( must be baby or tastes like ass)

one mango

for breakfast.

I am in the middle of some paintings.  I've finally put together an installation I can live with that uses the photo that's already in the exhibition catalogue (that I no longer want to show.)  I bought 18x18 cradled boards, a little paint and a gallon of resin.  The resin was 80 bucks.  I have been obsessed with the idea of visible layers for years and wax was not expressing that the way I'd hoped.  I spent four times as much at the art supply store as I could afford; my dad was generous enough to pre-purchase a painting to help me out with this.  While I was at the store, I was wearing my painting overalls, it was hot and I smelled bad, Charlotte kept hounding me to buy her crap, and I blabbed to the clerk that I had a new series to paint for a faculty show in ten days.  I wished I'd kept my mouth shut.  I feel so much pressure to do a good job because I'm supposed to be a professional, but I'm out of practice.  I had a bit of a panic attack this weekend about this.  Feeling better now.  Hope the resin works out.

I took the girls to the Art Institute Friday on the train.  This is an ambitious undertaking and I felt very angry when, after taking three children on a long train ride, walking them a mile to the museum, and waiting in line for nearly an hour to get in first, the staff demon told me she could not check my backpack, filled with a carefully planned raw picnic.  Only hermetically sealed foods, like granola bars, could be checked.  Fresh, whole food in tupperware, in a backpack, in the bag check room, compromises the integrity of the conservation of the art.  I stabbed her with my eyeballs as she spoke down to me, as though I knew nothing of art and didn't care to.  

Free day is never worth it.

We had our picnic early in Millenium Park, where the girls love the Crown Fountain, along with every other wet kid.  They loved the bridge from the park to the third floor of the new modern wing, where, by this time, the museum was a complete madhouse.  The saving grace was the kids' area on the first floor.  They loved the kids' library, where we met our friends and played for at least an hour, and I stumbled across a teacher's resource library, where I got free annual membership to the museum because I could prove I'm an art teacher.  That's $80!  I'll be back.  

Sometime I would like to stay as a family at the hostel downtown and visit the sights, go to the beach, and pretend like we're backpackers.  I pretended that a little bit on Friday.

The girls walked in the Memorial Day parade, today.   It was cold and started raining toward the end, but still fun.  Charlotte tied a laundry basket to the porch steps, with a rope and her shirt sleeves, and played basketball.  I was delighted with her ingenuity.  

My favorite painter is Hung Liu.   I am leaning on her style from several years ago a bit to get through this series fast.  ... mine will be a lot different ...also not as good.

This is one of her "bastard paintings," which is a print from her collection, covered in resin, then painted on.   

I got my hair done while Chris took the girls to a play last week (High School Musical.)  (Scheduling woops, thanks Chris.)  But I found my hair lady!  She does a great job and we have things in common.  She has a nice arm tattoo and I told her about wanting a half sleeve for years but my husband won't let me.   I hated the way that sounded so I came home and got into an argument with Chris.  He'll "let" me, he just won't like it.  Doesn't matter anyway.  We don't have any money.

I went out with Wendy Saturday night and had a good time with a group of people I didn't know.  I always feel better when I leave the house.  (I think moving to an isolated farm would be a mistake.)