My claymation Superfly Curtis has been entombed in an old plastic takeaway box for ages. And he’s been in the wars.
All that time in solitary confinement would be enough to make anyone lose their head. As cool as Curtis is/was, he eventually went that way.
His eyes had gone a bit boss, and his nose was flattened by the lunch-box lid. Not surprisingly, his posture was shot all to Hell. I did what I could for him.
‘Oh why hast thou forsaken me?’ he seems to be saying, in the above shelfie.
I want to make him a guitar and mic stand. But I might also need to make Curtis #2. As Curtis #1 is a bit floppy.
Something for your ears to chew on:
Oh dear… later the same day:
