My first resin experiments are setting on the kitchen counter. I'm not supposed to touch them for 24 hours, and then after demolding them I'm supposed to cure them in the oven for six hours before working on them further.
These are butter molds filled with clear resin embellished with glitter. There are two roses, two scallop shells, and two leaf clusters. I will not be able to use them for butter after this.
I am also making smaller, more colorful jewels using tin candy molds. My desire to touch them, to fuss with them, to see if they are setting properly and if I will be able to get them out of the tins even though trying now wouldn't be a fair test is overwhelming.
I mixed too much resin. I didn't want to waste it, but it can't be stored. It begins hardening in fifteen minutes. I looked around for another mold and found these plastic "wine glasses" that we'd stocked for some party years ago. The first one in the pack was cracked; the second was intact, though, so I poured the excess liquid plastic into it, then swirled in glitter and pigment.
I have no clear idea what shape will emerge. I am not even certain I will be able to unmold this form, whatever it turns out to be. All I know is I keep absentmindedly reaching for this glass every time I pass by, to drink from it as though it contained some kind of refreshing elixir.
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