My desk in the studio is a bit cluttered right now, because we're in the middle of a couple of teeny-bits-of-balsa-intensive projects. In studio, we're designing a house to fit in an alleyway downtown, through a process of writing stories about how the space is being used (it has to be a live/work space for ourselves) and then creating models that fit those stories. Very interesting, indeed, though you should hear the grousing and complaining about it, all from people who don't have itchy pieces of tape stuck to their backs.
In professional practise, which also takes place in the studio, we're building a framing model of a sample house. We already did a set of working drawings (though not a very complete one), so we have all the measurements. I'm almost done with mine except that I keep running out of materials because it certainly takes a lot of STUFF to make a weensy little house, where STUFF is balsa wood.
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So far in my model house, I've got a bedroom, dressing room, and bathroom. I actually spent more time on this today after I ran out of balsa wood of the right size for my framing model, so now the wall is nice and straight and made of balsa (sense a theme here?), and there are some columns and other elements in the scene. I have two little people sized for my scale, plus two cats and that's Rosie on the floor, asleep.
I like my wee lamp. I'd actually like a full-sized one similar to it.
And here's the framing model, yesterday. I've got a lot more of it done today, and would have finished had I not run out of wood.
Other than that, my life is dominated by having to stop what I am doing every fifteen minutes and force myself to relax through a bout of the itchies. These patches come off Thursday, and I am looking forward to it with every ounce of my being.
