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oroburos69) wrote2010-03-15 11:08 pm
oroburos69) wrote2010-03-15 11:08 pm
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Doll Part 3
Frank's head and hands got some work done, and I started giving him skin this weekend. In related news, nylons are the greatest invention of all time.
I began by stitching a square of nylons to his back. Nylon really is the best material for this. It's perfectly stretchy, and has a smooth finish so his clothes will lie right on him.
Gratuitous panty shot, and showing him once I got the first layer all tacked down.
Added another layer of nylon, then got bored and decided to work on his head.
I rolled out a thin layer of paperclay and then wrapped it over his skull. Unfortunately the brand I used, although very light and malleable, sucked ass when it came to detail work, leaving my darling looking like he had rotting flesh. No matter, though, as I quickly remembered the one question of doll making, 'can I fix that with panty hose?'
The answer, as always, was 'yes'. Panty hose is the duck tape of doll making.
I primed the head with gesso, and then pulled a square of nylon over his face. Now Frank is a bandit! That set aside, the gesso acted as a glue, and held the nylon in place very well.
Added another layer of gesso (Panty hose=disturbingly absorbent) and used scissors to cut through the nylons and open his eyes. I'm not really happy at how the shape of his eyes came out, but that's why I'm so good at damage control (see next week, once I actually do the damage control).
The next day, I painted him. His eyes are seriously fucked up, but there were enough layers of paint that they were starting to peel up, so I had to let him dry. Sort of beginning to look like Captain Jack.... But no! Frank already has a secret identity.
Then I remounted the head, to make sure it wasn't too big. Because that would have sucked.
Frank rejoins the rest of my doll collection for another week. He has not yet been accepted by Frankenstitch, Spaz, or Drama Queen, but I suspect that, in my absence, he may find himself connecting to them for the first time, and Toystory-like hijinks will ensue. I've asked my mother to monitor the dust on my desk for footprints.
I began by stitching a square of nylons to his back. Nylon really is the best material for this. It's perfectly stretchy, and has a smooth finish so his clothes will lie right on him.
Gratuitous panty shot, and showing him once I got the first layer all tacked down.
Added another layer of nylon, then got bored and decided to work on his head.
I rolled out a thin layer of paperclay and then wrapped it over his skull. Unfortunately the brand I used, although very light and malleable, sucked ass when it came to detail work, leaving my darling looking like he had rotting flesh. No matter, though, as I quickly remembered the one question of doll making, 'can I fix that with panty hose?'
The answer, as always, was 'yes'. Panty hose is the duck tape of doll making.
I primed the head with gesso, and then pulled a square of nylon over his face. Now Frank is a bandit! That set aside, the gesso acted as a glue, and held the nylon in place very well.
Added another layer of gesso (Panty hose=disturbingly absorbent) and used scissors to cut through the nylons and open his eyes. I'm not really happy at how the shape of his eyes came out, but that's why I'm so good at damage control (see next week, once I actually do the damage control).
The next day, I painted him. His eyes are seriously fucked up, but there were enough layers of paint that they were starting to peel up, so I had to let him dry. Sort of beginning to look like Captain Jack.... But no! Frank already has a secret identity.
Then I remounted the head, to make sure it wasn't too big. Because that would have sucked.
Frank rejoins the rest of my doll collection for another week. He has not yet been accepted by Frankenstitch, Spaz, or Drama Queen, but I suspect that, in my absence, he may find himself connecting to them for the first time, and Toystory-like hijinks will ensue. I've asked my mother to monitor the dust on my desk for footprints.