I can’t get this story out of my head … a woman who has a hard time getting along with people. People make her agitated. Decides to have relationships only with versions of herself.
Makes hundreds of self-images; casts them in resin from a mold she made of her body with plaster-impregnated gauze, using Vaseline for a mold release; and then a mold negative from rubber.
At first she talks calmly to her masks; strokes them gently.
Later, strange sex scenes with plastic half-women. She hangs (or mounts, if you will) the plastic selves on the wall and releases her lust onto them.
The plastic half-people start talking, start getting off the wall.
They become very hard to control.
Doing their own thing, not what the woman fantasized they would do.
Out of control.
But the new ones are ugly, not pretty like the first castings.
They are running faster.
They are hard to catch and almost impossible, once caught, to pin back on the wall because they are so slickery, so plasticky, so slidey.
They fling plastic fishes at her. Oh, well, maybe not fishes; maybe bits of plaster gauze.
The plastic people try to eat the flesh person for dinner.
Their teeth are frightening (though flexible).
She tries putting them up against the wall, laying them down on the work table, turning them upside down, covering them with scrims, changing the lights, calling â€œCut,â€ nailing them to the work bench, pouring nail polish remover on them.
The only way to control the plastic people is for her to wear them allâ€”as chest piecesâ€”one on top of the other. All stacked and piled and clicked into spoon-place onto the original woman, on top of her fleshen self.
It works. They become calm.
She can’t walk very well with all that weight.
Her breathing slows down.
She can’t move at all.
She tries to lift her hand to tear off her conjoined plastic selves.
She cannot lift her arm.
The plastic shells melt into her flesh; become a part of her.
They cannot be removed.
She is in layers.
The layers merge into one thick layer.
The layer fuses with her epidermis.
The shape of her body has morphed. She is now huge, lumpy.
But at peace with herself.
Okay, forget it.