Thursday, 27 July 2017
During this scratch build it often reminded me of DOOGAL from The Magic Roundabout.
Plumbers Hemp was a great material to use. It cost £7.00 UK Stirling to make,
and I still have some over for another build in the near future.
There is a certain satisfaction that comes from making ones own buildings from scratch. They might not look that good, but in the world of arts and craft it is the use of imagination and ones hands that often really count.
A simple Haystack is quicker to build.Here is my paper card scratch built
hay wagon of yesteryear with old HAT, wheels fixed onto home made axles.
Smaller building are planned for a later date BB
Wednesday, 26 July 2017
Sunday, 23 July 2017
One more course to lay to create the sloop at each end.
Both raised ends are tapered down toward the middle.
Once the last course is layed, the entire top can be put into place and finished off.
Awaiting glue to dry.
The classic cartoon pictures certainly inspire the average scratch-building. Me!
A wooden roofed building is certainly possible. BB
Thursday, 13 July 2017
Toys often enable scratch builders certain ways to create something special and here the Playmobil toy is a terrific help for creating ornate walls between columns already made.
Here the Lego Bricks form the oblong box needed to create the mould and so the plan involves pressing silicone rubber into each box thus making two patterns. The centre feature of Tut,is not needed,as columns have already been made that will be placed in between the two wall reliefs.
Once the rubber is cured about 20 minutes the patterns can be removed washed in soapy hot water and dried. Each will be placed with the impression side facing up,so yes they lay upon their flat back. Lego Bricks then come into play again forming the raised sides up a brick size above the patterns. Than Plaster of Paris will be poured into this box mould thus creating the figures on the wall relief for my project. I will need 10 of each,and these when dried to a perfect white can then be quickly dipped into my own colourwash which seals each casting in color. So can be handled without getting chalky marks everywhere.
Rubber Filled By Hand
Above the rubber Patterns have been removed and they were trimmed by large scissors.
Total cost £2.75 UK Stirling!
All set into the Lego Box again, and the edges brought up by one extra brick level.
Filled with Plaster of Paris.
Here are the first two Ancient Egyptian Wall Relief. 18 more 10 Pence pieces to cast up.
To realise the full extent is a something somewhere yet to come.
This is The End of this quick and easy to do topic. BB
Monday, 10 July 2017
The Egyptian Sphinx I moulded in a three part mould two years ago had lots of mould lines that needed trimming which took ages to do, and even though quite pleased with them at that time,i decided to attempt a one part mould and lever it out the best that I could. Hoping to create a clean casting with no need for trimming.
So I fudged around and found my old pattern.
How I reduced the size using cheap plaster it cracked after use but I only needed it once.
I decided to reduce the stone plinth it stood on by the width of my sellotape because I felt it would lessen the angle I needed to pull the casting free of my one piece mould. A mould box made of leggo bricks soon formed the needed shape and depth needed to reduce the size of that plinth. Winding sellotape around from the bottom edge of the pattern I then stood it in the box,and filled the box with Plaster of Paris up to the top where the tape formed a neat line. So no need to mess about with clay,or expensive rubber to make this what I like to call an odd side. An Engineering term used in heavy industry within the field work of Foundries. When this was hard I encased the whole Pattern in silicon rubber by hand. This was prepared with my method of adding cornflower and oil to the silicone. Which is mixed together by well oiled hands. A few minutes work and the job was done and dusted.
My new mould with the reduction made to its height of course the pattern had been removed.
Now I needed to be able to flex the mould pulling the rubber away from the castings that I plan on making.So I started slicing off rubber from around the mould this would aid getting it to flex enough to lever and drag out a complete casting,and then flex back into shape .
So another good reduction was eventually complete.
The flimsy mould had a wash and it was time to cast the first one up. I sat it in that plastic tub which was just perfect for the supporting job.
10 Pennies worth of Plaster of Paris was poured into the mould and worked in with a brush to lessen the chance of air bubbles in the casting. A few seconds work and it was left as you see it to harden off.
20 Minutes later the first casting popped out nicely as planned. A bit of slight damage, but I only need four and a half thousand year old ruins anyway.
My hobby work on my Sphinx all worked out rather well. This is a cool way of making my own props for Sci-Fi & Fantasy story`s. To help set perhaps a spell binding scene.
Having left a fully cast up mould overnight it was sort of hard work getting it out. Normally 20 minutes after filling I remove the hard casting. So I foregot, but things are learn`t by mistakes of this kind. To make sure others do no have a head snapped off, I cut folded and twisted some wire to strengthen the head.
I will of course use the damaged one head and all.
USING WET WATER
No it is not a wind up. OK?
I have used wet water for the first time on the actual mould before pouring!
Wet Water contains just a few drops of washing up soap in a large plastic washing up bowl of yes you guessed it,water,and the rubber mould was simply dipped into this. I then used a brush to make sure all the tiny places where air bubbles tend to get trapped are full wet coated. The wet water is then poured out,and the mould held upside down so the water can drip out. While still wet the mould was cast up. Breaking up the surface area with wet water helps with the flow of the Plaster of Paris pour and cuts down on trapped air while casting up.
Nice of you to pop in. Please do call again. I am in most days. BB
Monday, 3 July 2017
Our setting is the Fen land-reed beds of East Anglia,
The year is 1864,and Alice is about to enter and fall down a most terrifying hole.Proving terrifying adventures can be found just by chance anywhere, and by far including this mystifying start of one here,because even in its ending the mystery will continue elsewhere.
As the fast paced bindweed flowers, along the waterways
our story begins upon a magical glorious day,
and one in which it felt good to be young healthy
and strong enough to work with ones hands,
and put ones back into it. Such is the vigour of youth.
The boats are up river way past the white washed Mill
The river slow and peaceful in its flow and reflections.
A gentle breeze fill the sails of the gliding Norfolk Wherry,
only visible by its black barge sails cutting through the reeds.
The golden sway itself resembling a sea of flax,
and here and there tiny flint church towers seen above it,
seem sunken deep within this waving movement of golden silk.
The children with pretty smiles wave from the river bank,
and the Doctor of higher mathematics raise`s his hat upon high,
as the little boats pass them by.
It was a lazy day and for some like Alice , a fast falling asleep day.
However for the lower working class it was one of hard graft.
During the hard sweat of this day__it was by chance that while cutting the reed beds by those that do so for building roofs,that Sam Whittle Downe, noticed something very strange. He and another younger man by four years had come across an old rusted gate well settled and fixed into two red brick columns either side of it. To some it might not seem strange at all for a young man of seventeen to come across an old iron gate,but this gate was no ordinary one for shutting. It was an ornate double gate bearing a crest upon a shield of a raised Lion & Unicorn,all encrusted heavily in corroding rust. Vastly overgrown by wicked brambles, bindweed, and a forest of tall stinging nettle it seemed to young Arnie, to be very well protected as the darn sting of those things sure burned hot through his cotton leggings and upon his bare arms.
Their boat now tied up to a rod of iron hammered into the soggy wet river bank of waving reed,and it being full of fresh cut flax, was very well secured and it resembled that of a small island of floating haystack upon the river. Cold tea,drunk from a bottle,and bread and cheese scoffed down in hungry hast had been their midday meal. Passing the bottle to each other in turn their shared bread crumbs were duly swallowed down with every swig.
"Lets stretch our legs." Arnie, suggested. "OK lets but only for a short time,or we`ll cop it off Old Broad Moors, that's for certain." So heading away from the river, while making a pathway of sorts through the high reeds, the tall grass and Stinging Nettles,they had gone about 60 or so strides for a fit man,when there it was, a railing gate with wicked spear-like points heavily overgrown with rampant stuff, and shut tight and held so by an old red rusted chain of heavy iron links.There was no padlock hung from this twisted metal wrap that held the rusty double gate together. "My word! Look at this Arnie, a gate. "____ "What a _ How did it?_ I mean what is this place Sam?" Arnie, asked, with a look of surprise upon his well tanned face._________ "Search me, Lets force it open." Sam suggested,but there was a Yell, loud enough for both to recognised it as Old Broad Moors, booming yelling. Both headed back toward where they`d left their shallow draft boat,and quick smart too as the hulk of the Gove came plainly into view.
" Where the ....... heck have you two been. You get a ....... Bob a day for this work,and here you are a sloping off,behind me back. " Broad Moors, cussed out.____ The two passed him by,without a word as he was very aggressive at the best of times,but here and now,very p`d off for a certainty,and upon turning he yelled,"Get into that ....... boat,and get those reeds down river. With the iron rod yanked free of the ground that had held safe the boat they boarded her, she was a long oblong flat bottomed punting type craft,and beside it the Old Mans boat was tied to theirs.
A few minutes passed them by,and Broad Moors suddenly appeared coming along the well trod down pathway. He said nothing. This was highly unexpected, but most certainly true as a rather white faced, ( normal caustic cussing), man approached them in a fast paced flurry of rushing as if something wild was chasing him. Well before reaching them he stopped, clasped his breast with both hands,did half a turn,staggered backwards, and collapsed with a thud as his large over weight frame hit the ground. As the two lads ran to give him aid he was well past caring about the sting of nettles by this time, or why those two had skived off work. They noticed two Silver Shillings, had rolled out from his grubby waist coat pocket.Their wages seemed unimportant at this time to them, and so were replaced safely back into his pocket that also held his sticky hanky rag full of snuff. Such things are at ones own cost if honest as the day is long.
The afternoon quietly bore on as Sam, stayed, and Arnie took boat down river to fetch the Constables in the village. Both feared somehow that they would be hanged, for they lived in the age of the drop. It was nearing nightfall as the Law arrived by the chug, chug,hiss, of a modern steamboat,along with Doctor Fraser Alan Hawthorn, a rather enormous fat man of 35 who cared little for a steam boat trip of this kind. For he was heavily convinced it would capsize, and sink or that hissing boiler thing would indeed explode reducing him in size down to flying tiny bits.
Upon quick examination," Dead as a door nail Sergeant , No signs of fowl play, Probably his heart just gave out."_________" So he naturally snuffed out Doctor?"___ " Yes,he most certainly did Sergeant."
With the white paper document duly signed and witnessed by those gathered around it. The Doctor folded it up neatly lengthwise and stuck it into the black band upon his hat, then after wiping the inside free of his sweat he said," My fee is 2/6 d Sergeant.", as he replaced it back upon his shiny bald head, with the odd looking paper firmly affixed with his price tag upon it._______"Yes sir", replied the tall Policeman who had enormous handle bar whiskers linked into and growing out from his sideburns,a hairstyle oddly well in fashion for those times, as indeed were his 15 inch size boots of regulated hobnailed polished service.
The young constable with fine pocket watch chain was a rather white looking individual clean shaved, with buck teeth , but had a well buffed look and super shine to his uniform of darkest blue. He was holding his oil lamp and was firmly occupied in a struggle as every insect intent on feeding upon him flew toward the light.
The dark of the evening was near pulled in around their ears by this time. It was that instant of time when the biggest dragon fly flew under the back of the constables helmet. Well the fearsome thing sent him crazy like into a yelling frenzy as he was waving his helmet about to evict the wide winged insect. It was then his ears were fully noticed, and everyone including the two young men thought them far to long and sort of soft pale white.
With that activity safely over the huge lump was dragged from the stinging nettles bundled up in boat canvas dragged a bit more and pushed ,shoved and bundled into stowage beneath the wood decking boards where coiled hairy hemp rope lay. The hissing steam whistle sounded it was time of departure.
As the small overloaded Steam Boat, body, fat Doctor,two Policeman and fiddling modern Boatman chugged away down river with a full head of whistling steam,both Sam and Arnie were so relieved as they waved them bye. Little note or favour was returned from those aboard the boat as it disappeared into the mist now rising from the darkness of the river.
The pathway trampled earlier by them held very little interest to them now. Or indeed what lay beyond that rusty old iron gate. They were convinced though that Broad Moors, was terrified to death,but felt better him then them. They decided they best leave well alone.
Leaving the boat loaded high with cut reeds they crossed the dike onto the railway lines,and walked down along them to Helleston Mill,a white-washed place,where hot fresh buns and sweet tea was served them,by the prettiest girl they had ever seen.Their ordeal of that day over,they slept soundly in an outhouse on stacks and sacks of corn.
And so it was that the hard solid sharp flint of the Saxon Church tower, welcomed another beneath its slow turning shadow. It sure was an early time piece.
It was upon an early hot blistering September day the 12th to be exact in the year 1864,when Mr Reginald Barthelemy Grunt, known as Broad Moors,was laid to rest near the red brick and grey flint wall in the church cemetery. The old black moggy lay snoozing a cat nap in the sun upon the wall in its favourite spot,and showed no bother to such proceedings taking place far below its head.
Just beyond that wall nearest to his interred body of everlasting rest was sited a beautiful large Cheery Tree hung heavy with fruit in the old Vicarage garden. Its roots had long since sought out its spread underneath and extended far beyond that wall into that decaying bone yard...
The Vicar, mumbled out his forlorn hope mutterings,and the three people beside the open grave watched as the large wide coffin was lowered by rope, by four men.
Squire Peabody, Sam and Arnie,were the only ones there. As Old Broad Moors, was rather an unliked man by most in the small village of NOTT. He had given over good reasons why they should be that way inclined. He was a nasty piece of work,always the worse for drink,and as mad as a Hatter to boot, hense the local name placed upon his head._ Broad Moors,a place for outright nasty nutters.
With his job done,the Rev Skittle,shut his large Bible of well oiled wavy hand waxed pages, and set off for home with it tucked under his left arm. `Cherry pie and custard for tea,' he thought as he went his usual way passing the graveyard double review of slanted headstones that lined each side of the path.The hole was already being quickly filled in by the four men wanting to get off home,and the sound of small stones hitting the hollow box sounded like a drum roll of hail.
The Squire having given that Godly servant of many mumbles a Gold Sovereign,walked with the two young men down the shingle stone pathway leading to the over hang of the ancient greyish Oak Lych Gate.___"Tell me boys,about the two shilling he owed you two." The Squire asked them,and upon which they quickly related what had happened again. For they were sort of growing tired of telling of it."Well as B M, was in my employ, here are your wages a Shilling, each." "Thank you kindly Sir",they said while knuckling down a salute from their forehead. "Report to my Mr Havourslap, 5 am tomorrow morning sharp." Squire Peabody, ordered directly. "We have work a plenty for the likes of you two." With that said, he tapped the brim of his tall black shinny hat,with his silver knobbed walking cain. Then he walked casually down Church Street whistling a happy tune.
These two young men both widows sons had endured years of being taunted called "Work House Brats! Or Work Ouse!"By others in their age group,but upon replacing two silver coins upon a dead man their lives were for ever changed.Mr Havourslap,was a Master Mason. Very strict in work practice,but there was none fairer and he held no heavy hand of legal yoke upon any man or boy. Mistakes were to be made and owned up to, and a lesson learned by each and everyone of them. That was his code of ethics and he lived by it.
Both Samuel Whittle Downe and Arnald Arnip,were Apprenticed for seven years,and so became highly skilled in the Craft,as Stone Masons & Thatchers, and houses for miles around the small village of Nott, (once called SNOTT ), wore their woven weatherproof hats for years to come,and the walls they built still stand today. It became their custom to conceal in each thatched roof, a secret.
A tobacco tin, a short note and a Silver Shilling.
The note bore a date,their names and simply read: Honest Silver.
The little round tins of Virginia Twist, are often found as dusty roof top are renovated, but few these days understand their true meaning. So I decided to put the record straight.
What of the old rusting double gate?
That i promise is a story for another time.
For certainly there is a mystery beyond it.
That has been already partly written,
and indeed read perhaps by even some of you. BB
Sunday, 2 July 2017
This is an edited down version of ongoing work.
The original topic was far to long winded and so it was deleted.
As details have been shown on Video now,
I thought to add this journey too. BB
Making The House Above
The design based upon the Asterix Comic`s. The picture shows one of my own stonework castings.
Cheapest Styrene Sheet cut to size shape and form, with the facing paper on each side removed.
The double stabbing dinner fork method works well in creating a very effective looking end result.
The paper card frames that will make it possible to shape the lift on and off roof.
Scribed out wood effect with the use of a pen,painted black and dry brushed.
With the inside painted black and dry brushed with white,the framing was stuck into place using P V A Glue. My dinner fork method worked out really well and it took around about 20 minutes to achieve the desired effect that I needed.
As I have never Hay-ed a roof before i set to , with cutting up and using Plumbers Hemp, I started knowing it would take rather a lot of time in doing this hairy sticky work,but I have looked forward to trying me sticky mitts on this one.
The result of four hours work can be viewed above. I like the challenge on this scratch-build.
My poor attempt at using clay to construct the chimney. It dried out well but I had to fill it in where it cracked.
Now the other side needs the Boris Johnson makeover.
My first Chimney
Now I am confident that the other side will be a bit quicker because I have the experience of haying a toy building well at least one side of one anyway.
As further work proceeds none of the chimneys will be stuck onto the buildings. So in this way they can be moved freely about upon a universal playful whim.
Free floating universal objects like the planed Black Smithy, or the Fish Shop trader,can also be used to extend outward from the side of any type of A Frame scratch built thatched building.
Above shows the Pattern front of these cartoon style of universal buildings.
The cast up Smithy,and what will be a Fish Shop, and they look well fit for what I have in mind for them. I cast up four of these and the mould cost £2.00 to make and the castings 5 pence each to make. Side walls to be designed for these need doing next.
Above a brand new dormer type window for setting onto a roof, and what better sight to view, then tiny special cast up figures to be placed peeping out of the windows. The yellow ones from the 1970`s Asterix Range of Bubble Gum figures I used as the Patterns, and these little Gaul, ladies will certainly paint up well.
THE BRAND NEW ARRIVAL, ANOTHER CHIMNEY
It being made by using air drying clay. Once its shape was formed tapering slightly upward to its top. I found it easier just to push into place rolled up balls, and once completed scribing out deeper in between and around them. It was and still is a learning curb that worked out well for myself.
Great interest is shown upon high as a new chimney comes into being.
Vitalstatistix declared out aload to all his kinsmen," This will keep us warm during the toe toasting time of mid winter.
" Impedimenta, his Wife had a face full of smiles for most certainly she had quite a liking for this new invention poached from another time period.
"In reality one can most certainly use that in Sci-Fi & Fantasy", said Getafix the Druid.
The unpainted but colourful Gauls one and all agreed it to be of a sound scale structure indeed. So there was much celebration taking place.
As usual the music if one can so call it that was an awful din indeed.
Another Part & Parcel Later
AN INTULUDE QUESTION
I wonder if one day Toutatis does fall from the sky?
It was two years and six months ago,i set to in the process of moulding lots of MENHIRS. Of course the Quarry needed scratch-building too. It is strange just how projects like to grow as if inflatable balloons. Well at least mine do anyway. A bit like painting one Roman then an entire Legion.
I like to use stuff ordinary people have in their homes.
And so it began to expand.
As this is a Blog giving out tips freely.If I were to make another Quarry I would use Lump Wood Charcoal which is very light. Washed and dry brushed, then siliconed together. One cannot buy lumps of coal in Britain, well at least in Norwich,but most certainly coal could be used. Coal used for making simple moulds even.
OBELIX`s SECRET QUARRY
This is where having made hundreds of tree`s for my model railway comes in very handy.
In line with the question it was a well known fact that MENHIRS,
hold up the sky. Well at least to the Ancient Brit`s & Gauls
Thanks for visiting you are always welcome.