Pardon me while I take a moment to complain. I had a bad day in the “studio” and 140 characters isn’t going to cover it.

None of the recent ideas on what to stuff the soft sculpture with are going to give me the effect I want. They’d all work, but they aren’t going to look or be what I want. I hate polyester fiberfill with a passion, because it also sucks for what I want to do. This leaves shredded foam, which I had not considered until this evening. I’ve never stuffed anything with shredded foam, so I have no idea what it’s like to work with.

So now, I need some shredded foam. Luckily, I have some ancient foam that could be used for prototyping, if I could figure out a quick and easy way to shred it. Or, you know, I could go buy a bag somewhere. Craft store, maybe? Ugh. More expenditure on prototyping and not on finished work!

And … furthermore … it’s July. The deadline for the art show is in two and a half weeks. I am beginning to feel some stress about that. It’s definitely time to begin working on Plan B in the background, because even if none of the new work gets done in time and entered, I will be entering five pieces. It’s not like I don’t have some art lying around the house gathering dust. They wouldn’t be the pieces I want to enter, but this thing only comes around every two years. It’s possible some of last year’s work didn’t completely suck, and the stuff I was doing right before I decided I hated painting wasn’t terrible. LOL!

But yeah, I am feeling some stress, and mostly it’s because I want to get these three or four sculptures birthed. I feel like I am letting them down by not being able to create them to be the way they desperately want to be. Like expecting to wake up in a beautiful android body and finding yourself in a Cylon, my attempts to make them look as they do in my head are all failing at this point. Dismal disappointments.

I am flailing in a sea of frustration.