I'm descended from the Shawnee Chief Cornstalk who was killed in 1777.
I am also of Scots-Irish descent and VERY proud of my heritage and my culture. I do not apologize for my culture, nor am I "politically correct", and do not tolerate others who think that it is a necessity to be so.
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Anyway, I said that I would share the pics so here they are. Thanks for looking!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
So thanks for looking, everyone, and thanks for asking to see the pics of his progress. If anyone wants him to appear for any party, be sure to drop me an email.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
The base of the head is a urethane cast from a sculpture, and the pics are showing the almost finished product with some of the sculpting medium still a bit wet and unsanded before the final painting is done.
The piece of paper that is sticking out from under the chin is actually just to hold the jaw in place while the epoxy sets up inside, as I have not installed any of the spring mechanisms for the mechanics yet. And, if you haven't already guessed, this is the head for a ventriloquist figure.
Here is another view from the side with the trapdoor not yet installed in the back.
And now for some of the internal mechanics that I constructed in order to hold it all in place.
And finally, the realistic eyes (what usually creeps people out about ventriloquist figures) as well as a closer view of the mouth (which I have already painted).
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
I fail to understand this strange concept that I have had with her death since I was a child. I never really knew how I would be able to face it once it actually happened, and well, here I am, and it has happened. She was indeed a second mother to me and even called me son.
I used to wake up as a child having had nightmares of her dying and would make my mom call her when we were living in California, just to make sure that she was okay. It always seemed to be a constant fear and preoccupation with me that I would lose her somehow, and I'm not really sure why I even felt that way because her and my mother were the two people that were always by my side no matter what happened in my life.
When my ex-wife Adrienne and I were still together, her grandmother in Texas died. I had just barely even known her, but I remember driving down the interstate and thinking about how she must feel, and how I would feel if that were my grandmother, and the sense of loss, and I started to cry at the mere thought of such a loss. Now it has finally happened, and the tears seem as though they will never stop, even after all of these years of "practice" for the time when the real thing would come.
Every time a patient that I would take care of in the nursing home would die, I would always think to myself how she was a grandmother to someone, or a mother, and how she should be treated as such, as someone's mother. Essentially that is what Buddhism teaches, to consider everyone and everything that lives as having once been your mother, and to treat them with that respect.
It was very difficult for me to not let this be an emotional upset tonight when I was at the center doing my ngondro practice, and after having discussed it with my mom earlier, I also honestly do not think that I can bear to attend her funeral. My grief is such that I think I would not be able to contain myself or to handle my emotions and would just be more of an upset to all those around me if I were to attend. I know that this would in no way be a disrespect to her, as she knew that I loved her like a second mother and will miss her all the rest of the days of my life.