Gypsum hearts from the mold
Gypsum hearts from the mold
How to write a blog entry ??? I have no idea. I enter the password on Google: "How to write a blog post? And what? And "thousands" of guides come out. I open the first. No, no, no ... that's not for me ... Next. “Collect competition data” No, that's not it. Next .... blah, blah, blah .... Next. Blah blah blah. Etc., etc.
Okay. I will write in my own way so that it is understandable. After all, I will not explain the theory of heliocentrism, which is also interesting, but that's not about it. For me, mundane matters.
Burning, grinding, drilling, varnishing and the like
"And how to combine it with this", or maybe I will do this "," what would happen if I cut it out and varnished there ". So my attempts and dilemmas to create something that according to me will be a simple gift or addition to a gift that you can make on your own and at minimal cost, for a friend, sister, mother. Or maybe for her boyfriend, husband. Or simply as an addition to the interior design. Be it a kitchen, hallway, bedroom or a place that you deem appropriate.
So, I'm taking a building plaster that has remained after some renovation. An unnecessary cookie cutter was also tangled through the studio. At first I wanted to pour the plaster directly into the mold, but something touched me that maybe it would smear it with some grease? Fat for plaster ??? And what the hell, the only thing that will suck in plaster. What could it be? I have! Linseed oil! Come on. Oil brush, grease on the mold and pour gypsum, previously mixed with water. Quick, quick, because he's about to get tough. Where's that string ?! Is! Snip, snip, I put my finger into the plaster, it's already harder. I had time. Now wait for it to dry. Waiting, waiting ... What about this plaster? It was supposed to be quick-drying. Well, I'll put it on the radiator and keep waiting. This wait was extended to 4 hours.Time for the end result. How do I get it out? Everything stuck. The oil didn't help. Oh no. A disaster, to be thrown away, it's a pity only the molds. Wait a minute ... A hammer! I have nothing to lose. I turn over and tap, knock on this mold. Is! It was the first one! All! Beautiful! I am happy like a child. Next, next. Well. I am bursting with pride. Ok. If I'm so brilliant it's another round. This time I would add something. Drought. I have crucibles. I collect in meadows and fields, sometimes I will get it from someone (especially from my mother). I will put it on the bottom of the mold, it will look nice from the front. I pour plaster. Oh no! How could I not have foreseen this! Gypsum is not resin. Everything sunken and invisible. It's nothing, I'll give it to the top, that is, the back of the heart. It will be two-sided! No, I outdone myself. A little torn these edges, rub with sandpaper. Well, plaster rubs off like chalk. Maybe varnish? Clear varnish? No, no, I had a vikol here somewhere. It is, but it takes a long time to dry. There is nothing left for me to do but wait until Monday. :)
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