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The final removal of the masks revealed some very happy faces -- ah, the joys of being able to breathe and see again! -- as well as some gorgeously detailed molds. Ever looked at a face inside-out? It's very strange indeed -- noses that sink inwards, eyeholes jutting out. Needless to say that at this point, no one's face was even remotely recognizable as their own. Stage three: Cast away The end result? Once the plaster had fully cured, the molds were carefully broken away, and the alginate had been peeled off, the casts were finally revealed in all their glory. Some looked happy (laugh lines and toothy smiles), some looked tense (pursed lips, clenched jaws and -- ouch -- even a few embedded eyebrow hairs), and others simply looked beatifically peaceful. And it was at this point that I felt a twinge of regret for having chickened out. Because dammit, those casts looked cool. But the good news is this: Barrett's planning another party, maybe mask-making he says. And I'm thinking that next time, I'm
going to have to take charge of my phobias and plunge headfirst into the fun. o ---------------------------> lounge . nourish . host . laze . home . |