I soaked your pieces in a container of water before wrapping you onto a leftover egg carton I had. Layers and layers, I kept adding because I was scared it wouldn't be enough. I even went back to apply another layer of diluted glue when I noticed you were peeling a little. I tried, I really tried to peel you carefully.

Perhaps I need to split you up into fragments more, smaller pieces that will be harder to remove and easier for you to support. I am recalling how I sewed your tears in the previous experiment, wouldn't that be a look! Maybe then you'll grow, maybe then you can get bigger.

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Maybe the problem is with me? I always knew you'd need a little more support, but I was hoping that I make this fragility a strength rather than a weakness that needs to be overcome. You do indeed capture details of the mold well. You 're mix of unabashed texture and also amenable to details is very interesting to me, I feel like I'm really starting to see your unique identity.

You were so interestingly translucent when wet. It wasn't how you felt, but "slimy" is a good word to describe how you looked, like freshly shedded skin. Unfortunately, it didn't make you more easily manipulatable as I thought it would be, seems your fibres are still just as rigid even when wet. This gave the sculpture a texture of creases and folds rather than a smoother finish like pulp, evidence of your resistance to being molded. The vaseline helped a great deal, but perhaps I was still too ambitious with the shape. Especially the curved part that holds the eggs, you didn't react well to my tugging and pulling. You didn't quite retain your shape exactly, but I could tell how hard you were trying. Nonetheless, you became a mess of shredded mass by the time you were free.

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