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Tuesday, March 31st, 2009
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12:59 pm - Tiger Torre Art ~ Spring Stock Sale
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We are running a Spring Stock Sale for the month of April - Almost every In Stock item is 10% OFF from April 1 to April 30. This includes all masks and crowns, mugstraps, and codpieces. It does not include mask hangers, any custom orders, or S&H. current In Stock leather masks, crowns, codpieces and more. The regular price and the 10% OFF price is listed for each item. Photos of specific masks, crowns or codpieces not found on the Tiger Torre Art website can be e-mailed to you at your request. with the name of the piece, and payment arrangements will then be made. Have a great day, and happy spring !
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| Tuesday, September 26th, 2006
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4:18 pm - Tiger Torre Art on HGTV - Next Week !
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Reminder :
The Home & Garden TV Network show 'That's Clever' - Episode 243, featuring Tiger of Tiger Torre Art making a leather Monarch Butterfly Mask, will be airing for the first time on :
While this date is subject to change, it should be airing then. You can get more info, see a picture of the Monarch Butterfly Mask and check on the episode status at this link :
Please spread the word among friends and anyone you think may be interested. Thank you !!
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| Wednesday, August 2nd, 2006
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12:07 am - Tiger Torre Art on HGTV
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Greetings,
The Home & Garden TV Network show 'That's Clever' Episode 243, featuring Tiger of Tiger Torre Art making a leather Monarch Butterfly Mask, will be airing for the first time on :
October 04, 2006 12:00 PM ET/PT
While this date is subject to change, it should be airing then. You can get more info and check on the episode status at this link :
Please spread the word among friends and anyone you think may be interested. Thank you !!
YAY !!!
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| Thursday, January 5th, 2006
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3:18 pm - Does anyone want it?
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I'm giving this up. I don't have enough time or space for a community. up for grabs.
if not, I shall ignore it, along with most other things. -tired smile-
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| Sunday, June 26th, 2005
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2:39 pm - leather mask making.
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i have a book on leather mask making, but its long and involved processes. i was wondering if anyone knew of any simple tutorials out there. i found one a while back that said something like "soak the leather so you can sculpt it then let it dry and paint". but now now i cant find it. so do you know of any good websites to check out for tips and inspiration, or does anyone wanna break it down for me plain and simple? i plan on going to the leather store tomorrow before work! thanks :o)
current mood: bored
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| Monday, February 21st, 2005
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2:58 am - i'm on the cadge again.... as usual.
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Mask_makers wish list
If any of you need anything else, tell me, and I’ll add it to the list. Then, if I find it, I can buy it and send it to you, if it’s feasible. Sound a good idea?
Paint brushes of various sizes. (Mine snapped the other day, and I have to use it stuck together with duct tape), if there’s any old ones kicking about that aren’t used, etc.
Plaster bandage
Gesso
Acrylic paints
Glitter
Skeleton leaves
Flexible Stencils
Masking tape
Inch thick ribbon
Old ‘sleeper’ earrings or loops
Varnish
Plastic surgical gloves (for I’m incapable of letting paint dry on my hands, or glue. I hate it)
Old off-cuts of material such as velvet or satin
Wool
someday, I'll actually -get- a job. y'know, one of those things you get paid for?
-sigh-
Basically, anything you no longer have use for, that you think I could use. I’ll incorporate pretty much anything into my work, but to be honest (and I hate saying this) I have no money for resources, and any of the stuff I had before that would have done has been long since lost in moving house, or damaged in a house fire we had a couple of years ago.
My town is small, and I have no real shops. We have around one art shop, which is very small, and orientated around ready made kits more than anything.
And on the things you need- it would be fairly easy to get hold of some things, as my school art department has a lot of odds and ends.
I can get mirrored Perspex, tissue paper in many colours, felt off cuts, sequins and chain mail like links.
My local gift shop sells plastic shaped confetti, of which you can buy in small bags- there is a good quantity in there.
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| Saturday, February 5th, 2005
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10:33 pm - art! Stegosauri!, Free art materials!
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Today, we, or rather vlad made the clay mould out of my plaster of paris one. He said that by the time he'd shown me, he'd be done, so i pulled up a seat and talked to him as he showed me how to do it 'for next time'. it was the first time i'd watched the new rolling machine used, or even noticed it was there. there have been a lot of changes since miss Frankland left (including me being able to wear my tonguestud up until friday morning before having to take it out for sport. the impression seemed to be going well, and there was much laughter once we turned it over to the plaster side, and found a lot had come out of the holes in the nose, making it look like a mummy with a cold. It was no way near shrinking off the sides of the mould during the time I was there, so he's going to take it out tomorrow, and put another one in, before firing them both for me. *blink* what did I do to deserve such kindness? i'm not even an art student in the proper sense. i don't pay for lessons, or the art materials!
that's not even the half of it.
Chicken wire stegosaurus
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| Friday, February 4th, 2005
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2:55 am - So on a more positive note.
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| Tuesday, February 1st, 2005
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2:28 am - Fellow Artists, take a moment.
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this is for tomorrow,really. but please understand why I give you it today.
I put this in my own journal too,a cut down version, but it is perhaps a better place to put him here. He'd love to be among the creative ones, and i'd have loved him to meet you.
One day, I'm going to go to the Metropolitan Art gallery in New York, where my Grandfather used to live, and invegle myself into where they restore the paintings. He said it was one of the most fantastic places on earth.
*sigh*
It's hard not to cry, but instead to smile. I'm doing ok at the moment, but i know tomorrow will be worse. If it gets too bad, i'll ask for some time out.
Tomorrow is a sad time for me. A time of much reflection.
so, I thought I'd do him justice here, and in mask_makers today instead of tomorrow, as I can never tell how i'll be on the day.
Judging by how I am now, tomorrow i'm going to fall apart at the seams.
I bring you a minutes thought on the life of Milton J Wynne.
"I fall asleep in the full and certain hope
that my slumber shall not be broken;
And that,though I be all-forgetting,
Yet shall I not be all forgotten,
but continue that life in the thoughts and deeds
Of those I have loved.
(Samuel Butler 1835-1902)
This was the poem they put on the front of the programme at his cremation. I kept a copy safe inside my photo album, just accross from a picture of him, my mom and I on a bench at the Polo ground in Langham, near to where I used to live, in Ashwell. his smile and mine can dazzle, they really can.It was a fun day.
I took it out today, to read out at the poetry reading when we go to the neighbouring school. it'll be another way to remember him, as he knew English and art were my main loves. As he died when I was still young, he never knew my quest for other subjects, and never saw what I turned into. in some ways i'm happy, as i've made a lot of mistakes, but in others, I wish he was still around, like my other Grandparents are.
His house was full of books, and I read a good many of them. With Sandra there, and not him, it's not the same. she hasn't spoken to me since my parents split, and never really liked me anyway.
it's an empty space, and i haven't the courage to set his studio alive again. i wish i could,as it's so dead in there. it needs to be woken up, the paints used before they completely dry out, and any half finished things preserved, and not left to rot.
He was and is Milton J Wynne
his dates are 1918-2000
we said goodbye at Kettering Crematorium, 2 February 2000 11.15
so This has EVERYTHING about art.
Today is that day again. I ask you to remember Milton, as I have asked a good many of you to, every year, and it's important.
It may not be the anniversary of his death, more of his funeral. I choose to remember the funeral, because it was the day his body truly left, the day i was meant to say goodbye, but couldn't quite let go. It links it less to school too, whereas the day he died i was there,and hating it.
I remember the day he died in quite horrid detail. I think it was a Wednesday, and I was in the low end of the school, in my first two years at oakham. I’d been told my grandfather was ill, and it was only when I insisted I came home that night that my parents told me he was dead. I remember thinking that they must be playing some kind of cruel joke on me, and how sick I felt when it sank in.
He died quietly at his house, with a dear friend of his, Richard Hunter. He fell asleep whilst talking like he sometimes did in his last years, and never woke up again.It's a bummer for the family, but was good for him. I don't think I could have bore it, if he'd felt pain. he didn't deserve it.
Milton, if I’m truthful, is one of the few men I’ve actually –loved-. in fact, there are only two or three people who have ever caught my attention,my eyes, my mind.
My words will never do him justice, as I can’t remember the full scale of the wonderful things he did. I'm also not a writer, my brain being linked in a crazy roundabout way to everything else. My writing hits the page like many myriad splatters of brightly coloured paint, which is hard to get into semblance of order.However, I can give you a brief overview of his life before me, and when I was there.
He invented and created toys, owned a factory. Some of the older ones among you may remember ‘the potty people’. He invented those. I’m also proud of him for inventing Micro chips – yes, that was him too, though he was beaten to the patent.I hate Mc Cain for that, as he deserved the thunder.
He was a great chef, and my love of food has come from him. Where others criticised, he encouraged. At the age of seven and eight, I remember helping him out in the kitchen, or talking with him as I sat on the side. Warm Pastrami sandwiches with a gherkin cut into quarters lengthways beside it, will always bring back memories of sitting in one of the swivelling chairs around the big round table in the dining room at his house.
I used to raid the fridge at night, too, to have private feasts of gherkin,as i lay in bed and read books and I’m still in love with the flavour of them, to this day.I can eat a jarfull at a sitting.
One day too, i'll ask my dad if he can remember any of the recipes that featured so prominently in the Wynne household, and try to cook something else to make me remember.Those mushroom starters that he created were devine. i've only had them once, since.
Art too, was very very much his forte. I’m a lucky person to have had him there during my childhood. He always encouraged me to draw and create, providing paper, pencils, and books on the great artists. He himself was an Artist, and I have several of his pieces at my home. He painted me from photographs because I never could keep still. The first is me at five years old or so, in front of the bus, where I used to live. I’m wearing my old battered felt bowler hat, eating a mango and making a mess of it as ever. The second is a triptych, of me and my red satin dress finished a little while before his death. It captures the youthful cheekiness and exuberance, and reminds me how long my hair used to be. You see every brushstroke has been painted with love, wanting it to be just right. I've never ever seen the texture and feel of satin conveyed in those three small pictures anywhere else.
And finally, I have a silly painting. I’d drawn a duck, and he composed a little poem, and drawn another duck looking at mine. And he’d copied my handwriting when he signed his side of the painting, as I’d signed mine, to give to him.
He managed to keep it secret until Christmas, and it has to be one of the best presents I ever got. It was just so…personal.I love things like that, and yes, i have a mirror too, that he gave me the last birthday I had whilst he was alive. wooden dolphins, as he knew how much i love that mammal.
Even though I don’t talk with the other members of the Wynne family often, I have no quarrel with Milton. The day I came back to school after my illness, the other Wednesday, I went on a school trip to Rugby.
I was so glad that the route we took went past the cemetery where his memorial stone is. I waved and mouthed hello, both ways. It makes it better that I won’t be able to go and see him today, because I’ve been upsetting myself a lot about it recently.
So please, remember him for me. He was and is a fantastic Grandfather, a Wonderful creator, artist, chef, Father, and much more besides. I have so many memories that link me to him, and still look for him to ask him about tricky procedures in my art. FIVE whole years on, and I trail round the house looking for him. *sigh* it’s a hard time.
I found him on yahoo- for his book, just now.
I think he was allowed to hate them, being Jewish and seeing the suffering. I’m not sure many copies exist- I know that I saw one, and that it was one of the most emotive things I’ve ever read. And that- that was when he was still alive, when I was too young to really read into things.
http://www.deuceofclubs.com/books/036hatenazi.htm
Milton
Thank you for the years I had you. Thank you for the love you gave me, treating me as your own. I know to some members of the family I was an usurper, a non blood relative, but you made me feel welcome, and as if I belonged, more than anyone else.
Every time I put pen to paper to draw a picture, I can’t help but remember you. And I’m sure also, that will be there, guiding my hand as I make my first mask.
Some day, I’ll bring you your own, sit with you for a while, and catch up. Last time was too short, and I’d quite like to be alone with you for a while.
I’ve only ever loved one other male person almost as much as you,someone equally artistic and loving and full of life, but you… you will always be utmost in my heart.
I love you.
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| Monday, January 31st, 2005
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8:22 am - getting plastered before 3pm in the afternoon.
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snowyfeline
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Saturday, of course.
After college was out, and after i'd finished setting the dining hall up for the charity event in the evening, Georgia and I went in search of a 3D art teacher. We found a very bemused Vlad, who came much more so when we told him what we wished to do.
He came with us to the pottery room, showed us where the bandage was, and laughed at me whilst G applied it liberally to my face. she seemed to get much more enjoyment out of that than I did, the strange girl.
He checked we knew what we were about, and then he wandered back off to the office, as he was on duty. I gave Georgia an idea of -how- to go about constructing my face, and once my mouth had been sealed (that stuff tastes rank) had to use hand or sms directions as to which bits felt far too brittle. Her and Vlad had a laugh during the process, and she took some pictures of me looking mummy like on the phone.
Once it was dry, it came off with no trouble, and I went to get cleared up a little in the Art block bathroom, as I had plaster in my hair and in my ears.
I took some pictures after I'd had my bath, but they mostly turned out too bright.
I'll include some anyway,for your amusement, below the cut.
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Now, I need some help to think of the next stage. I'm thinking i'll make a longer lasting clay mould,as I know how fragile things that spend time around me can turn out to be,and Vlad told me if I came back this weekend, he'd help me with that, which is sweet of him. (especially as he thinks i'm -completely- crazy)
but from there on, I'm stuck. *laughs*
what shall I do?
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| Thursday, January 27th, 2005
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1:20 pm - Welcome
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snowyfeline
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to Mask Makers Amalgamated.
I hope that You may enjoy this community, and that it kicks off soon.
please place all Images under cut-tags, as some Live journal readers are at work, or students during the day time, and it can be risking their internet access and download time of pages to include them without.
any other questions, and feel free to email me, the moderator.
I -will- however, be looking for a co-mod at some point, if the membership rises dramatically.
thank you.
snowy.
current mood: creative
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