On this lovely weekend I was assigned with the task of making a plaster cast of one of my limbs, using the helpful yet messy sand of a beach. Yesterday I met up with professor Glenn and many other art student peeps to do this task at Seal Beach. It was really nice. The weather was perfect, the waves were wavy, the people nice and fun, overall it was a successful undertaking.
I had decided to make a cast of my hand making a number three sign. Also, for me personally it was the hand sign girl scouts do when we recite our code or ‘promise’. I pulled it out and got to mixing. My concoction was dense and more sludgy than the other’s were so I had to work quickly, pour it in, and then suddenly, viola! I had to wait for thirty minutes.
Those thirty minutes were passed with sand castle making, sand word writing, and entertaining conversations about stuff. And once I wiggled my hand out, with a little help, I found out that somehow it resembled what I was going for. Sweet. As I was brushing it off I had an interesting discussion with our professor about how happy accidents can be taken as purposeful results that represent something that you feel it should. Therefore, my hand cast represents how promises and devotion to a cause or thing can be as energy filled and ever-permanent as the motion of waves. (Because, basically I got lucky again and realized my hand looked wave-like).