Okay, there’s just no time for the blog when the creativity has been spewing forth from every other outlet: specifically the painting outlet, the guitar outlet, and the bathroom … outlet.
Ah, the spewing that’s been going on in the bathroom. It all started with the anatomical prints we got in NOLA. They had to be hung, and I am short on wall space. Gary first suggested we rearrange everything, and then that we have two medical bathrooms, and eventually I suggested that if he ever takes a bath I will personally take down the prints I finally had to put above the tub.
Seriously, it is jam-packed.
Above: new french L’Anatomie print, blue-green Anatomy print, Hal the skeleton, the head (another find from New Orleans), Friend 2’s ultrasound, mirrors, various colonoscopies. And of course, below, the 3D anatomy chart, the China Vagina, and my MRI.
So a few things had to be removed and rearranged, and eventually the transparent pages from the old medical book had to turn in to this:
That’s actually two of those floating magnetic picture frames that I drilled some extra magnets into. I didn’t explain it too well to Gary. Tonight he emerged from the bathroom, horrifed, holding one of the transparent pages. He was confused because he didn’t realize it came apart. He said, “I thought this was encased IN the acrylic.”
Yes. Because I can pour acrylic in the basement. DO you pour acrylic? Do you extrude it?
(pause)
Now I want an acrylic shop in the basement where I can encase things in acrylic.