day of March 21st started out with great potential, that is before
the students showed up ;). Oh well, I suppose they can't all
be lazy days of March. First to truck in were Dean and Chris
straight in from the West coast (of Florida that is).
The brutal drive in from Tampa did nothing to dispel their generally
positive attitude (as long as you aren't telling on them for dumping
plaster in the street). It was just a notion but Dean and
Chris seemed to know each other prior to taking the class. I
was clued in by either the matching t-shirts or the fact that they
work, eat, make haunted houses, enjoy the same hobbies, tour
conventions together and share the same sense of humor (and
of the rest of the class came shuffling in shortly thereafter.
I did say MOST. Tosha came straggling in an hour late due to
the NYC cab driver who hadn't realized he wasn't in NYC anymore and
couldn't find the place. Plus, he wouldn't go near her hotel,
for fear of his life. Ian hails from LA. In LA, the
locals assume if something starts on a particular date/time, you
schedule your flight to coincide with the lunch break. Ian's
taxi arrived 3 hours later (we'll get to the bus incident soon
enough ;) )
that everyone was in place and ready to go it was time to um ah,
sculpt, no. It was time to cut the heads off the armatures.
There is an ancient tradition among mask makers to chop the heads
off your foam armatures (don't try this with a plaster one).
Why? Well, you'll have to take the seminar to find out.
Unfortunately, the only tools available were a dull butter knife,
some vaseline and one of those saws with that annoying bar running
across the back. We chose the latter and went to work.
Well, I chose the latter and they went to work. Actually, they
all claimed they were lame carpenters, so they chose the latter and
I went to work. Whew! When it was done, we had 8
armatures, 8 heads and no way to reattach them. I sent
everyone home. Oh, wait. I had some PVC, some chewed
bubble gum and a bit of spackle. Before we were done, they
were just like new, except the heads had been cut off and reattached
(all in a days work).
we were ready to get down to business. I pretended to do a
sculpting demo, but in reality I diverted their attention and pulled
out a predone sculpture by Lee Romaire from under the table.
Of course I took full credit for the work. Once finished with
my admittedly lame demo (hey, you try sculpting something from above
and behind the back of the head), I unleashed the class upon the
clay, with my fleeting words of, "cover your armature with the
provided plastic bag to ease all of our suffering come demolding
time." Of course Barry heard these words, he just chose to
ignore them unlike the rest of the well behaved, attentive, order
following class (right Barry!).
it was time to separate the men from the boys and to separate a few
of the men from Tosha. Sculpting went about as well as
could be expected. Actually, it went alot better than
expected. I was able to get in a four hour nap, which is
always better than expected. Before lunch, Barry had finished
his first sculpt and was onto numbers 2,3,4 and 8. Thankfully,
he had whipped out the first one in record time because I had
nothing to do a molding demo with the next day and really didn't not
want to mold Lee... oops MY molding demo sculpt.
After lunch (and Barry's 3rd sculpt), Ian
decided to make an appearance. He quickly got up to speed on
what the heck we were doing and just why Quintin had to take the
only other table available to support his 4 tackle boxes of
equipment while Ian sculpted on a TV tray (that contained my lunch
no less). Ian was positive he could whip out a Predator in the
38 minutes he had left to sculpt. I had my doubts, but being
the nice guy that I am, I let him give it a shot (I hate it when
those young whipper snappers prove me wrong).
rest of the day was spent pushing clay and getting some sculpting
done. We finally heard the first few words from Johnny and
they weren't pleasant. He was expecting Da Vinci type results,
but was disappointed to only sculpt up to Joe Lester's standards.
Never the less, Johnny was Hell bent on improving and he sure made a
nice looking final product.
spends his weekends lifting 500lb men off the mat and throwing them
into chairs, but he had the patience and soft hands to work out the
form of one of the best beginners Myers I've ever seen. He did
threaten to put my neck in a scissors hold until I, "turned a nice
shade of blue green and could only speak in inaudible grunts" if I
didn't mention this fact.
Day one was finally over. I woke up from
my nap and shuffled them out the door for day two.