Well, my resin castings haven’t gone off yet, they are still quite tacky.  A sculptor friend of mine told me that the resin might have past its sell by date, which may be why it isn’t playing ball. Growl.  So,  I doubled the accelerator, which sped up the transmigration from liquid to solid, and gave off lots and lots of heat, but you can still leave your fingerprints on the limbs like translucent bruising. Sigh.

So, here is a plaster casting of a baby doll hand instead.  Butterfly courtesy of ebay, words courtesy of the splendiferous Aurthur Mee.  I poured plaster into the canvas so in real life, the hand appears to grow from it.  That’s what I think anyway.