July 28, 2010 ☞ Personal inventory
Being in art stores makes me do stupid things. Like buying two packages of Femo convinced I’m going to sculpt something. So years pass and finally I decide I am going to do it. I twist some clay for an hour, throw it in the oven, and this is what I get.
I was pretty pleased with the result, but the nose broke off very quickly after some not-very-rough handling. I guess that’s why they call it a ‘bust’.
I’d keep writing, except I’ve doubled over in excruciating laughter. I’m sure you have too.
Anyone need any Femo?