The Last Teacup

I made the last teacup for the gallery show last night. (“The Absolute Death, by Neil Gaiman”, if you’re interested. And you should be; Death is one of his most interesting characters, and the Absolute edition collects all the stories she appears in, along with a bunch of portraits, sketches, and the complete original script for Sandman #8.)

The bisque firing is scheduled for tomorrow, so I couldn’t throw it–it wouldn’t have dried in time. I tried handbuilding a cup from slabs on Sunday, but it cracked while drying. I considered just letting it go, but I really like this book, and wanted to include it. So I tried a small pinched pot, of white clay instead of the usual cream. I left most of the finger marks and stress cracks on the outside, which seems in keeping with the character and the general aesthetic of the comics. I think I’ll go over them with black stain, to accentuate them.

I may also add a pigeon to it when I glaze it.

Because Dream is kinda mopey

I am going to a costume party today. It is the first time I have done such a thing in a long, long while. At first I was going to go as Arthur Dent, as all you need for that is a bathrobe, a towel, and maybe an empty teacup, but that seemed like a bit of a half-hearted plan. So instead I’m going as Death, from the Sandman comics.

Peachy keen!

This may also look like a simple costume–black clothes, plain hat, some eyeliner–but it actually involved delving into a dozen stores for all the odds and ends, a Facebook appeal for the top hat, and adventures with makeup. I Do Not Do Makeup. I have the excuse of sensitive skin, but really, even if I wasn’t allergic to most every cosmetic product on the planet, I would still Not Wear Makeup.

It means that a good chunk of my evening was spent applying eyeliner, wondering why I looked like a raccoon, trying to remove the eyeliner[1], googling “how to apply eyeliner”, and then wondering if I need mascara or eyeshadow or something, then making a quick run across the street for mascara, then discovering that Sobeys does not in fact carry mascara, then deciding against the stuff anyways because, really, less is more. Especially as I have now googled “how to apply mascara” and gotten sort of weirded out by the whole concept.

So. No mascara. But I have my ankh and my top hat and some black nails, and I am going forth to party.

[1] Unsuccesfully. Luckily, the smudging seems to have given me a smokey look, and reduced the raccoonishness.