Again, I'm forced to face the beast of my ambition (in an almost to literal a fashion). Am I sorry that I chose this particular object? Almost 90% of the time, heck yes. But that tiny, remaining 10%, I look at that mass of cardboard and see it for what it can be, what it will be......eventually.
The W.A.S.H. House has become my second home lately. I have clocked countless hours over this last Thurs., Fri., Sat., Sun., (and in a few hours) Mon. And yet, final wasp-dom remains illusive. I had many issues with design, though I had no shortage of ideas. My main issue remained one of balancing the assemblage. At first, I was set on having my wasp standing. Though the legs are thin, I knew I could place them in a way that it would do so. The problem came when I added the stinger. It completely counter-balanced everything, and I could not devise an acceptable means of fixing the problem. Well, on to plan B.
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Plan B resorted to having my poor wasp lying dead on it's side. Plan B never excited me. I felt it took away everything the wasp stood for: it's ominous, predatory nature, it's delicate-ness. And while I tried to reconcile this by saying it would present an interesting juxtaposition, I still wasn't happy. Regardless, I went ahead as planned.
And then came the real kicker, in which my wonderfully delicate, beautiful wings I had cut out so laboriously stubbornly refused to be rigid enough for the purpose I needed. Well, crap. I was already feeling rather disillusioned with the entire piece, having had to scrap many more attractive designs in favor of more functional ones, and I just wasn't going to give up these wings.
And then, I got an idea.
Why not suspend it? That would give me the look and feel I wanted for this piece. And it was never specified how we would be displaying our pieces, so why not?
Disillusionment conquered.
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