Friday, 13 October 2017

STONE SENTINELS

 Now doing arts and crafts finger nails get clogged up with gunge so please bear that in mind.

                                                             With that explained
                                                          
                                                            LETS MAKE A START
                               I bought the Lego type sweet and the Chocolate  moulds with this in mind.



                       I  cast them up in Plaster of Paris and colour wash dipped them.


                            A tiny bit of Silicone did the trick of sticking each piece into place.











Each column fitted into my wall will have a stone Sentinel stationed on watch at the top,
and beneath his feet a water overflow channel will be fitted.



                                                   A quirky cheap as chips fun time item.


The picture above is a mock up but it shows the position this stone fellow will stand in,
and it will fill the space between the castellations.
I am always looking about for things that I can use for other purposes,and the old saying,
" Nothing Ventured Nothing Gained ", comes readily to mind.

So guys I hope you like this project?_________There will certainly be many, many more.

                                                                            BB

Wednesday, 6 September 2017

OUR DOG KEATS a true story by BB

 This Update includes a Picture

I have felt very sad and tears flow now and again. Three days ago our little one eyed dog Keats,passed away. After 9 years as part of the family it does break your heart.I believe a little life lost deserves a few sad tears for they are only ever here once,as indeed are we all.
On a happy note,
Mrs B,and I saved her as a pup,as she was going to be put down because she was the runt of the litter and half blind. We bought her,and paid Vet bills to have her infected eye removed. So in that it comforts me knowing that our little happy home was also hers for her lifetime.

Of course she was Mrs B`s dog much more than mine, and Keats, would never let me pick her up or even pet her,but oddly her affection was shown in another way and I know that I will always miss her following me around the house all the time as if my shadow. I will also miss seeing her one good eye shining in the darkness under my PC desk, as  I type my work in the dark. Always I`d look down and there she would be content to be there,but it is dark now as this falls upon the whiteness of the screen but sadly she my shadow is no more..... Love is such a powerful strange thing.

It is rather quiet here now in our Fiddlewood home,as Keats, had sure made barking into a very fine art at odd times of the day. She was self appointed as the welcome dog as Mrs B,returned home and it was always noisy as she declared to Bella, our other dog and me,that the hunter gatherer had returned safely home. It is a Wolf Pack thing that`s for sure.
I had included little Keats our one eyed dog in one of my story`s " THE HOUSE", a few months ago in April.


                           Being 18 inches in height she sure was beautiful in her odd ways,
                           and well worth a little mention here.                                                                       
                                                                   BB

Thursday, 13 July 2017

Making Egyptian Walls The Easy Way. presented by BB


Toys often enable scratch builders certain ways to create something special and here the Playmobil toy is a terrific help for creating ornate walls between columns already made.                              

Here the Lego Bricks  form the oblong box needed to create the mould and so the plan involves pressing silicone rubber into each box thus making two patterns.   The centre feature of Tut,is not needed,as columns have already been made that will be placed in between the two wall reliefs.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        



Once the rubber is cured about 20 minutes the patterns can be removed washed in soapy hot water and dried. Each will be placed with the impression side facing up,so yes they lay upon their flat back. Lego Bricks then come into play again forming the raised sides up a brick size above the patterns. Than Plaster of Paris will be poured into this box mould thus creating the figures on the wall relief for my project. I will need 10 of each,and these when dried to a perfect white can then be quickly dipped into my own colourwash which seals each casting in color. So can be handled without getting chalky marks everywhere.                                                                                         

THE UPDATE


Rubber Filled By Hand







Above the rubber Patterns have been removed and they were trimmed by large scissors.
                                                   
                                                  Total cost £2.75 UK Stirling!



All set into the Lego Box again, and the edges brought up by one extra brick level.



                                                          Filled with Plaster of Paris.


Here are the first two Ancient Egyptian Wall Relief.  18 more 10 Pence pieces to cast up.


                   To realise the full extent is a something somewhere yet to come.


                        This is The End of this quick and easy to do topic.  BB

Monday, 10 July 2017

Making The New Sphinx presented by BB




The Egyptian Sphinx I moulded in a three part mould two years ago had lots of mould lines that needed trimming which took ages to do, and even though quite pleased with them at that time,i decided to attempt a one part mould and lever it out the best that I could. Hoping to create a clean casting with no need for trimming.


                                     So I fudged around and found my old pattern.



How I reduced the size using cheap plaster it cracked after use but I only needed it once.
                                                                  

I decided to reduce the stone plinth it stood on by the width of my sellotape because I felt it would lessen the angle I needed to pull the casting free of my one piece mould. A mould box made of leggo bricks soon formed the needed shape and depth needed to reduce the size of that plinth. Winding sellotape around from the bottom edge of the pattern I then stood it in the box,and filled the box with Plaster of Paris up to the top where the tape formed a neat line. So no need to mess about with clay,or expensive rubber to make this what I like to call an odd side. An Engineering term used in heavy industry within the field work of Foundries. When this was hard I encased the whole Pattern in silicon rubber by hand. This was prepared with my method of adding cornflower and oil to the silicone. Which is mixed together by well oiled hands. A few minutes work and the job was done and dusted.




My new mould with the reduction made to its height  of course the pattern had been removed.



Now I needed to be able to flex the mould pulling the rubber away from the castings that I plan on making.So I started slicing off rubber from around the mould this would aid getting it to flex enough to lever and drag out a complete casting,and then flex back into shape .



So another good reduction was eventually complete.


The flimsy mould had a wash and it was time to cast the first one up. I sat it in that plastic tub which was just perfect for the supporting job.


10 Pennies worth of Plaster of Paris was poured into the mould and worked in with a brush to lessen the chance of air bubbles in the casting. A few seconds work and it was left as you see it to harden off.


20 Minutes later the first casting popped out nicely as planned. A bit of slight damage, but I only need four and a half thousand year old ruins anyway.


 My hobby work on my Sphinx all worked out rather well. This is a cool way of making my own props for Sci-Fi & Fantasy story`s.  To help set perhaps a spell binding scene.


                                                                     UPDATE

Having left a fully cast up mould overnight it was sort of hard work getting it out. Normally 20 minutes after filling I remove the hard casting. So I foregot, but things are learn`t by mistakes of this kind. To make sure others do no have a head snapped off, I cut folded and twisted some wire to strengthen the head.



I will of course use the damaged one head and all.



                                                                USING WET WATER

No it is not a wind up. OK?



I have used wet water for the first time on the actual mould before pouring!
Wet Water contains just a few drops of washing up soap in a large plastic washing up bowl of yes you guessed it,water,and the rubber mould was simply dipped into this.  I then used a brush to make sure all the tiny places where air bubbles tend to get trapped are full wet coated.   The wet water is then poured out,and the mould held upside down so the water can drip out. While still wet the mould was cast up. Breaking up the surface area with wet water helps with the flow of the Plaster of Paris pour and cuts down on trapped air while casting up.                                                                                                                  
Nice of you to pop in. Please do call again. I am in most days. BB                         
                                         

Monday, 3 July 2017

HONEST SILVER A Story by BB

                                   

 Copyright 2017
                                                  
                                                                               1
                                                     
Our setting is the Fen land-reed beds of East Anglia,
                                                                      Norfolk, England.
The year is 1864,and Alice is about to enter and fall down a most terrifying hole.Proving terrifying adventures can be found just by chance anywhere, and by far including this mystifying start of one here,because even in its ending the mystery will continue elsewhere.


                            As the fast paced bindweed flowers, along the waterways                               
                                 our story begins upon a magical glorious day,
                                 and one in which it felt  good to be young healthy
                                 and strong enough to work with ones hands,
                                 and put ones back into it. Such is the vigour of youth.
                                  The boats are up river way past the white washed Mill                  
                                  The river slow and peaceful in its flow and reflections.
                                 A gentle breeze fill the sails of the gliding Norfolk Wherry,
                                 only visible by its black barge sails cutting through the reeds.
                                 The golden sway itself resembling a sea of flax,
                                 and here and there tiny flint church towers seen above it,
                                 seem sunken deep within this waving movement of golden silk.
                                 The children with pretty smiles wave from the river bank,
                                 and the Doctor of higher mathematics raise`s his hat upon high,
                                 as the little boats pass them by.
                                 It was a lazy day and for some like Alice , a fast falling asleep day.

                       However for the lower working class it was one of hard graft.                             
                                                         

During the hard sweat of  this day__it was by chance that while cutting the reed beds by those that do so for building roofs,that Sam Whittle Downe, noticed something very strange. He and another younger man by four years had come across an old rusted gate well settled and fixed into two red brick columns either side of it. To some it might not seem strange at all for a young man of seventeen to come across an old iron gate,but this gate was no ordinary one for shutting. It was an ornate double gate bearing a crest upon a shield of a raised Lion & Unicorn,all encrusted heavily in corroding rust. Vastly overgrown by wicked brambles, bindweed, and a forest of tall stinging nettle it seemed to young  Arnie, to be very well protected as the darn sting of those things sure burned hot through his cotton leggings and upon his bare arms.
 Their boat now tied up to a rod of iron hammered into the soggy wet river bank of waving reed,and it being full of fresh cut flax, was very well secured and it resembled that of a small island of floating haystack upon the river. Cold tea,drunk from a bottle,and bread and cheese scoffed down in hungry hast had been their midday meal. Passing the bottle to each other in turn their shared bread crumbs were duly swallowed down with every swig.
"Lets stretch our legs." Arnie, suggested. "OK lets but only for a short time,or we`ll cop it off Old Broad Moors, that's for certain." So heading away from the river, while making a pathway of sorts through the high reeds, the tall grass  and Stinging Nettles,they had gone about 60 or so strides for a fit man,when there it was, a railing gate with wicked spear-like points heavily overgrown with rampant stuff, and shut tight and held so by an old red rusted chain of heavy iron links.There was no padlock hung from this twisted metal wrap that held the rusty double gate together. "My word! Look at this Arnie, a gate. "____ "What a _ How did it?_ I mean what is this place Sam?" Arnie, asked, with a look of surprise upon his well tanned face._________ "Search me, Lets force it open." Sam suggested,but there was a Yell, loud enough for both to recognised it as Old Broad Moors, booming yelling. Both headed back toward where they`d left their shallow draft boat,and quick smart too as the hulk of the Gove came plainly into view.
" Where the ....... heck have you two been. You get a ....... Bob a day for this work,and here you are a slooping off,behind me back. " Broad Moors, cussed out.____ The two passed him by,without a word as he was very aggressive at the best of times,but here and now,very p`d off for a certainty,and upon turning he yelled,"Get into that ....... boat,and get those reeds down river. With the iron rod yanked free of the ground that had held safe the boat they boarded her, she was a long oblong flat bottomed punting type craft,and beside it the Old Mans boat was tied to theirs.
A few minutes passed them by,and Broad Moors suddenly appeared coming along the well trod down pathway. He said nothing. This was highly unexpected, but most certainly true as a rather white faced, ( normal caustic cussing), man approached them in a fast paced flurry of rushing as if something wild was chasing him. Well before reaching them he stopped, clasped his breast with both hands,did half a turn,staggered backwards, and collapsed with a thud as his large over weight frame hit the ground. As the two lads ran to give him aid he was well past caring about the sting of nettles by this time, or why those two had skived off work. They noticed two Silver Shillings, had rolled out from his grubby waist coat pocket.Their wages seemed unimportant at this time to them, and so were replaced safely back into his pocket that also held his sticky hanky rag full of snuff. Such things are at ones own cost if honest as the day is long.

                                                                       2

The afternoon quietly bore on as Sam, stayed, and Arnie took boat down river to fetch the Constables in the village. Both feared somehow that they would be hanged, for they lived in the age of the drop. It was nearing nightfall as the Law arrived by the chug, chug,hiss, of a modern steamboat,along with Doctor Fraser Alan Hawthorn, a rather enormous fat man of 35 who cared little for a steam boat trip of this kind. For he was heavily convinced it would capsize, and sink or that hissing boiler thing would indeed explode reducing him in size down to flying tiny bits.
Upon quick examination," Dead as a door nail Sergeant , No signs of fowl play, Probably his heart just gave out."_________" So he naturally snuffed out Doctor?"___ " Yes,he most certainly did Sergeant."

With the white paper document duly signed and witnessed by those gathered around it. The Doctor folded it up neatly lengthwise and stuck it into the black band upon his hat, then after wiping the inside free of his sweat he said," My fee is 2/6 d Sergeant.", as he replaced it back upon his shiny bald head, with the odd looking paper firmly affixed with his price tag upon it._______"Yes sir", replied the tall Policeman who had enormous handle bar whiskers linked into and growing out from his sideburns,a hairstyle oddly well in fashion for those times, as indeed were his 15 inch size boots of regulated hobnailed polished service.
The young  constable with fine pocket watch chain was a rather white looking individual clean shaved, with buck teeth , but had a well buffed look and super shine to his uniform of darkest blue. He was holding his oil lamp and was firmly  occupied in  a struggle as every insect intent on feeding upon him flew toward the light.
The dark of the evening was near pulled in around their ears by this time. It was that instant of time when the biggest dragon fly flew under the back of the constables helmet. Well the fearsome thing sent him crazy like into a yelling frenzy as he was waving his helmet about to evict the wide winged insect. It was then his ears were fully noticed, and everyone including the two young men thought them far to long and sort of soft pale white.

With that activity safely over the huge lump was dragged from the stinging nettles bundled up in boat canvas dragged a bit more and pushed ,shoved and bundled into stowage beneath  the wood decking boards where coiled hairy hemp rope lay. The hissing steam whistle sounded it was time of departure.

As the small overloaded Steam Boat, body, fat Doctor,two Policeman and fiddling modern Boatman chugged away down river with a full head of whistling steam,both Sam and Arnie were so relieved as they waved them bye. Little note or favour was returned from those aboard the boat as it disappeared into the mist now rising from the darkness of the river.

The pathway trampled earlier by them held very little interest to them now. Or indeed what lay beyond that rusty old iron gate. They were convinced though that Broad Moors, was terrified to death,but felt better him then them. They decided they best leave well alone.
Leaving the boat loaded high with cut reeds they crossed the dike onto the railway lines,and walked down along them to  Helleston Mill,a white-washed place,where hot fresh buns and sweet tea was served them,by the prettiest girl they had ever seen.Their ordeal of that day over,they slept soundly in an outhouse on stacks and sacks of corn.
                                                               

                                                                    3
And so it was that the hard solid sharp flint of the Saxon Church tower, welcomed another beneath its slow turning shadow. It sure was an early time piece.

 It was upon an early hot blistering September day the 12th to be exact in the year 1864,when Mr Reginald Barthelemy Grunt, known as Broad Moors,was laid to rest near the red brick and grey flint wall in the church cemetery. The old black moggy lay snoozing a cat nap in the sun upon the wall in its favourite spot,and showed no bother to such proceedings taking place far below its head.
Just beyond that wall nearest to his interred body of everlasting rest was sited a beautiful large Cheery Tree hung heavy with fruit in the old Vicarage garden. Its roots had long since sought out its spread underneath and extended far beyond that wall into that decaying bone yard...
The Vicar, mumbled out his forlorn hope mutterings,and the three people beside the open grave watched as the large wide coffin was lowered by rope, by four men.
Squire Peabody, Sam and Arnie,were the only ones there. As Old Broad Moors, was rather an unliked man by most in the small village of NOTT. He had given over good reasons why they should be that way inclined. He was a nasty piece of work,always the worse for drink,and as mad as a Hatter to boot, hense the local name placed upon his head._ Broad Moors,a place for outright nasty nutters.

With his job done,the Rev Skittle,shut his large Bible of well oiled wavy hand waxed pages, and set off for home with it tucked under his left arm. `Cherry pie and custard for tea,' he thought as he went his usual way passing the graveyard double review of slanted headstones that lined each side of the path.The hole was already being quickly filled in by the four men wanting to get off home,and the sound of small stones hitting the hollow box sounded like a drum roll of hail.

The Squire having given  that Godly servant of many mumbles a Gold Sovereign,walked with the two young men down the shingle stone pathway leading to the  over hang of the ancient greyish Oak Lych Gate.___"Tell me boys,about the two shilling he owed you two." The Squire asked them,and upon which they quickly related what had happened again. For they were sort of growing tired of telling of it."Well as B M, was in my employ, here are your wages a Shilling, each."  "Thank you kindly Sir",they said while knuckling down a salute from their forehead. "Report to my Mr Havourslap, 5 am tomorrow morning sharp." Squire Peabody, ordered directly. "We have work a plenty for the likes of you two." With that said, he tapped the brim of his tall black shinny hat,with his silver knobbed walking cain. Then  he walked casually down Church Street whistling a happy tune.

                                                                       4

                                                               Conclusion

These two young men both widows sons had endured years of being taunted called "Work House Brats! Or Work Ouse!"By others in their age group,but upon replacing two silver coins upon a dead man their lives were for ever changed.Mr Havourslap,was a Master Mason. Very strict in work practice,but there was none fairer and he held no heavy hand of legal yoke upon any man or boy. Mistakes were to be made and owned up to, and a lesson learned by each and everyone of them. That was his code of ethics and he lived by it.

Both Samuel Whittle Downe and Arnald Arnip,were Apprenticed for seven years,and so became highly skilled in the Craft,as Stone Masons & Thatchers, and houses for miles around the small village of Nott, (once called SNOTT ), wore their woven weatherproof hats for years to come,and the walls they built still stand today. It became their custom to conceal in each thatched roof, a secret.
 A tobacco tin, a short note and a Silver Shilling.
The note bore a date,their names and simply read: Honest Silver.

The little round tins of Virginia Twist, are often found as dusty roof top are renovated, but few these days understand their true meaning. So I decided to put the record straight.

What of the old rusting double gate?
That i promise is a story for another time.
For certainly there is a mystery beyond it.
That has been already partly written,
and indeed read perhaps by even some of you. BB

Copyright 2017

Wednesday, 3 May 2017

Creating The Mother & Two Daughters Using Cooking Foil a Sci Fi Oddity by BB

                                                                        Part One

It must be mentioned that I had never attempted this type of work before,and the idea came from Mrs B, but it was down to me to figure out "The How To", of it all. I had already made rocks before and so I decided on a course of action that I thought might not work. However only wanting an abstract Alien look it was well worth trying. So what follows in brief is the description of this Sci-Fi project that entailed using these basic tools, a large cheap brush, and a butter knife. Needless to mention I was way out of my  Comfort Zone, until the first glimmer of success appeared to be sound enough to proceed. I love the magic of my hobby,it keeps my mind fresh and feeling young.


                                                               Bought from China
                                             Designed for Window Shop Hat Display


 Placed on the table and supported well by newspaper to stop the head from rolling about as if chopped off!  Cooking foil of three layers was pressed and smoothed over by hand finger and thumbs to get an impression. It has long been my aim to use things freely available in any ones home including that which comes in and which ends up in ones bin,to do the work. Thus ruling out the need of acquiring expensive tools.   Minds and hands only need come into play.


As I always have needs for casting up many a thing,I always buy a large bag of fresh mixed up Plaster of Paris  £22.99 Free Post on E Bay! UK Stirling. Of course much smaller cheaper bags can be obtained elsewhere on the high street.                                                     


Removed carefully from the Pattern Head, and still in tact it was placed upon a piece of wrapping up foam that lay in the meat container our Sunday Roast had sat in while ready for sale.The Plaster of Paris was mixed and brushed thickly onto the nose section and mouth and chin and eyes first. The work carried out a little piece at a time,by a yogurt pot size mix,mixed up and applied with a cheap brush thickly. The objective was to put it on and preserve the main features first, and gradually after tilting in directions needed,adding the mix until complete with a covering of the whole face and the front of the neck. Then after this more of the same stuff was added to thicken it up to 5-8mm. This process I duly named Shell Casting!


The hollow casting soon warmed up nicely and so went hard enough to peel away the unwanted cooking foil it had served its purpose well,but went into the bin.


I then smoothed over the face to the look that I wanted. Thirty minutes later she the first one ever lay upon my rather untidy work table that is overlaid in toughened glass



I left a cragginess to the neck bottom and part of the skull. Needing no ears or hair this was a perfect Alien type pose that I wanted. I made another two more in the same method,and artfully enjoyed every second it took doing it. It was so simple to do without using great lumps of clay.

 Now I needed to make the first rock mass that would act as a perfect housing for each individual head to rest in.



Costing only a few Pennies three rather curious abstract things were produced, and my eccentric aim is to add those metal rock climbers that will give this unconventional work a scale. Much smaller 15mm or 6 mm figures would intensify the share wonderment of scale.

                                                               PART TWO
                                                
                                                 MAKING A CHEAP ROCK MASS

It does look very strange and hard to reason out in this photo below.



 The head was placed face down upon foam packaging ,and supported to stop it rolling by some odd rubber moulds and one can be seen in the picture above. However anything to stop it rolling out of place would've done just as well in this endeavour that needed no expensive moulds.

After lightly crumpling them up, first one way and then another, I then joined two sheets of cooking foil up together, and then over laid this onto hollow side of her head and gradually pushing it down to create her unique inside hollow shape.  Plaster  of Paris mixed up in small yogurt tubs came into play again, and I applied it in the same way as before. By doing so piece by piece it soon had its first covering in only a few minutes, then more and more was brushed on leaving it untidy like because that is much stronger than perfect smooth plaster. It soon warmed up and went hard enough to handle.



Lifted off from the inside of her head,and turned over ,the foil was peeled away leaving a share rock appearance that I wanted,but more to the point a housing for her to rest her head in.

One never can fully realise what an end result will be.
As this is `Topsy Turvy', work involving unpredictable measures !
If it is not liked it is no great loss as the bin is nearby, and so in that case onwards to another try.


                    So this shape is thin and hollow too,5 - 8mm, and not a heavy solid lump at all.             


                                          My My! It was a perfect fit. I was well pleased.


I then needed to make two more in the same way, and each inside hollowness being different meant they would only fit into their own rock casting a perfect housing that would help produce the poses that I wanted that would capture beautiful shadows cast from the light of my window.



                                         Two down and one more to make in this Sci Fi landscaping.



There they are in a temporary position just for the photo shot.

Having a minds eye, is very useful.  For a person seeing a pile of bricks as just a pile of bricks,but to a builder seeing the same pile of bricks as a potential house,______ I think explains it well. BB

The Hat Stand sure made the way possible along this pathway.
One day thinking!
Two days work,and a cost of under £3.00 UK Stirling to make. MAGIC!
                                                    
Thanks for viewing BB