Day 4 - Pouring latex into a mold is one of the nastiest things you will have to do in your lifetime except pouring latex into 9 molds.  If you can withstand the overpowering smell of ammonia, manage not to ruin your clothes and avoid having Quintin dump a half gallon of latex onto your foot (thanks Q), consider yourself mildly lucky.   We managed to wrangle an extra mold strap from Quintin leaving him with only 4 so that Tosha, Johnnie and Ian wouldn't have to user their belts.  Once the molds were well fed with latex, I set off to do a paint demo.

One important part of  airbrushing is of course the air.  Because Chris is considered by some to be a "nice guy", he decided to pick up a compressor the night before.  He picked up a compressor that would make Tim Allen weep.  When not powering an airbrush, this thing painted, pressure washed, and drove 9" spikes into wood all on its own.  Of course this beast needs power and power is what it demands.  So much power that we tripped the circuit (the fans may have had something to do with it too).  Confident in my electrical ability and with Bear pointing to the number 2 breaker claiming he "can see some red", I set off to flip it back on.  Now let's paint the scene for you.  Thea who owns the very FX shop we are holding the seminar was busy in the office entering invoices all day.  There are 6 switches in the breaker box and Bear claims #2 was red.  Murphy (of the infamous Murphy's Law) was in the corner chuckling as I confidentally flipped #2.  I think you know what happened next.  No, the compressor did not come back on and remained as dead as Thea's computer had just become.  This was not a good thing.

We came to the immediate conclusion that there was no switch in the room to fix the problem, but we could turn the computer off when we wanted.

After everything settled back down, we learned all about  the different types of paints and of course all the horrible ways you can die if you breathe the stuff in.  We even haired a mask or two and learned why a wig is your best friend.

Day 5 - Exhausted, beaten, battered, bruised, I courageously set out to tackle the final day.  This was to be the day everyone finished and painted their mask.  They had free reign to paint any way they wanted.  Of course, more airbrushes means more compressors (you may know where I'm going with this).  We weren't intent on taking out just one circuit.  No, we blew the whole gosh darn shop.  Thankfully, we found out the breaker was behind the building and we were back in operational mode in no time.

All in all, it was a very good seminar.  I was very impressed by the talent level as most people were only beginners, but caught on very quickly.  Things went as smoothly as can legally  be expected and I made a number of good friends :) 

Now look at the rest of the darn pictures will ya?