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February 22, 2010: the day our sketchbook took flight. I don’t necessarily want to blame Erin. But she did leave it on the roof of the car and then she did drive onto Old Seward Highway. Flap, flap, fly away.

We have officially begun experimenting with fiberglass and we officially have a lot of problems: the nose is too dark, the nose glows too much, the nose isn’t strong enough, the surface treatment blocks the light, the resin is blotchy, the LEDs are too expensive, the fiberglass smashes when I hit it with a sledgehammer, they all look like little dough babies, the urethane rips, the ply-o-life is too heavy, it pulls on peoples wrinkles and deforms their faces. Here is how it goes: idea->trial->failure->lesson learned->new idea->new trial->new failure->new lesson learned->new new idea->new new trial->new new failure->new new idea. And on. And on and on and on. Same old story of the->tortoise->and->the->hare. I freaking love it.

The point is: our ideas, concoctions, measurements, drawings and to-do lists are in that sketchbook. If you find it, give it back. (pleeeeeeeeease!) Also, here are some photos as we begin to learn about fiberglass…and an Andy Warhol portrait of Liv when she came to visit the studio with her brand new bleached hair. Blonde! Yesssssss! s.