What I wouldn’t give for a good ventilation system.

Gahh, there was a minor oopsy when I came in this evening; I forgot I hadn’t fixed a leg on that desk, so the weight of my pulp bin seems to have slooowly pulled it down. I’m surprised it didn’t fall over entirely, which would have left dried paper pulp everywhere. How precarious!

Shellac-ing the paper I’ve been making. This sheet has a hole in it that the shellac has frozen in time. It’s quite beautiful the way it moves in the light, especially with fresh shellac on it. This is the third coat being applied to this sheet.

This sheet is receiving a brand new coat of shellac, as it finished drying a few days ago. Uncoated paper is amazingly absorbent. I need to buy a beater.

Satisfying more of my own photoegotism with a self-portrait. To the left you can see Spindle; behind me is my wiener dog screen I can’t bring myself to wash out. I’m getting too much milage out of it!