Back from materials run (a very successful one, as the art store down the block is closing and we scored 14$ worth of stuff for only 6$) and Rah has been fed. She’s now busy taping up the boot while we wait.
Paint run hasn’t happened yet, but Deb should be back in about 20 minutes. We don’t know if the axel arrived yet, but Carolyn knows some people to call. No luck on the bike hitch or water jugs just yet.
Rah projects that we’ll break again at 4pm or so, and again for dinner at 6. And then back to the studios by about 7pm for as long as it takes to finish the job.
Our amendments to the projected plan for today are as follows:
1) Rah’s camera is just about out of batteries and I don’t know how long it will last. I’m tinkering with Rah’s phone and hoping I can borrow a camera from someone else if I can’t get it to work.. Ah, okay. This will work. It’s clunky but it will work.
2) Debera is adamant about the fish design for the boot. She did not like the design I made up for it yesterday at all: too serious. (Sleep and chocolate have returned my sense of humor to me once more and I am at this point enjoying the conversation happening before me.) As I’d sort of suspected, it was the color -and- whimsy of the
Stupid Unicorn Boot’s Blue Handprint Boot’s paint job that had grabbed Deb the most about Rah’s thesis Boots.
Rah continued to work as I went to recombobulate. When I came back, the Boot had become remarkably Boot-shaped:
Rah’s in very good spirits. The drilling and screwing and caulking has been falling together fast.
These parts were put together as I wrote up the last post. Here’s…
Last night, Rah hit her biggest wall of frustration with the missing drill-bit. Today, I hit mine when we learned that the Boot must be colored in a bright and merry way, and therefore a clear design for the painting job must be made. I had misunderstood the conversation unfolding in front of me between Deberah and Rah as an official approval of the goldfish design she had whipped up during our plane ride over.
What had actually happened was Rah showing that she’d had some ideas in mind, and Deberah telling Rah what kind of color scheme we could expect the boot to be living in during the convention. And so the task of designing what would go on the Boot had been left in my capable hands.
Deberah stopped in with Carolyn, and had some important announcements which will be important to keep in mind as we’re working.
The booth space will be pretty small, but the Boot should fit nicely enough. We’ll have people tomorrow to help us paint the boot (and we’ve been told the painting part is mandatory, as one of the things which caught their attention most about the project was the bright colors)
Rah saw this part coming, and has a lovely simple koi fish design ready. All we will need are the paints and the extra sets of hands. Deberah informs us that there will be extra help after Graduation tomorrow, so we’re looking forward to that.
My twitter feed will start having a lot of different hashtags to automatically retweet to the right places and people. I’m hoping I figure out how to do that right.
And, it appears that our dormspace as well as our studio space will be shared by the group which will be coming in sometime this evening. We’re progressing rather well, and with luck we will be in very good shape by the end of the day. Signing off to go see if I can be useful now.
The studio has internet access! I can do these blogs live while staying out of Rah’s way + being close at hand when she needs someone to hold something steady. Noise canceling headsets are the greatest invention ever. While she drills I am going to go back to my prior posts and and put up pictures from the safety of my make-shift office nook. Let no-one say I don’t know how to make myself comfortable.
These posts will probably be interrupted frequently. She needs the extra set of hands.
10:58am, May 14, 2013
I was awake long before I was willing to get out of bed, and while I pretended I was asleep I listened to Rah dutifully eat breakfast…go play bejeweled…put clothes on…stop halfway through and sit back down at her desk…play bejeweled…lie down for a bit…get back up and go wash out the chef Boyardee bowl she re-purposed as a cereal bowl…sit down at her desk…sit down on the bed again….“Graham?”
I opened my eyes this morning to see Rah sitting on the bed opposite mine, putting her socks on and looking very sad. “I know this puts a wrench in the plans I made last night, but will you help me?”
Of course I will. “New York can be a very friendly place, lovey.”
“I knoooow. May I have company?”
Of course she can.
We finally met Deberah, the master coordinator behind our presence in New York! After a cheerful talk, she went home like a sensible human being and we turned once again to the task at hand. Alas, the mistakes of the frustrated and fatigued which we had hoped to shake off during break arrived shortly after we resumed work, with reinforcements. We had not eaten, which I will count as the first error. About thirty minutes in, we encountered our first real setback: the shiny new drill we were lent had every drill bit imaginable…except the screwdriver head. Without this, putting the screws into the frame would be impossible.