Today was the first day back at work and I seemed to spend most of the day working trash in various forms. I started off with manipulating the trash can that one of the puppets was “holding,” then on to the giant ball of trash that another one was “holding” and then a trash can that yet another one was, yep, “holding.” See, these puppets all either had rodded hands or some other reason that they couldn’t actually hold the trash that they were supposed to carry.
I also spent a portion of today guiding Thor’s hand into his puppet’s butt. Really. See, Thor was under the bench and his puppet was sitting on it. Because the bench just had a hole cut in it for Thor’s arm to pass through, he couldn’t find the hole in the puppet, so I had to help him enter the puppet. It should be fairly clear, if the puppet is sitting on the bench, and Thor is under the bench which part of the puppet’s anatomy has the entry point.
I also did a tiny bit of live-handing for him today when he got stuck in the taffy. Nothing exciting. We’ll have to do that shot again because the dugar kept moving–the dugar is the road surface in the studio. It’s basically a giant sheet of linoleum.
Poor Audrey ran into the building and straight for her room, but her girl wasn’t there. Such a sad little dog. We went for a long walk after work and then I gave her a bath. She was a sad, stinky little dog.
Tags: Journal, Puppetry, Puppetry
Ah, this is more like it. No more tips on boiling water and watching moss grow.
But I did like the moss–although I found it hard to imagine you could sink your hand into it (in France moss is mostly very thin layers, so there).
The moss is astounding, it makes it really easy to understand why 80% of the population says they believe in elves.