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Balsa Wood Sculptures

Balsa Wood Sculpture, 8' x 9'



Balsa Wood and Nails, 4" x 5"




(in process)


          The first of the balsa wood sculptures was made strictly out of balsa wood, wood glue (as seen in photo 3), pins, masking tape, and paper. I had originally wanted to put the pins in a more geometric pattern, but masking tape is difficult to work with when it comes to 90 degree angles. 
          The second balsa wood sculpture was made out of balsa wood and pins. When I first started the project, I'd wanted to experiment with texture. By using the back-end of a sharpie, I was able to create the illusion of texture; however, as I tried to make the wood more malleable by soaking it, the push marks soaked up all of the water and returned to their original flatness, as if I'd never done it in the first place. 



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