September 2026

Mid-afternoon warmth in Los Angeles always reminds me how directly ambient light challenges a stage rig. Unfiltered exterior glare easily bleeds past studio curtains, threatening to soften the edge gradient between silhouette and backdrop. My preference is never to compensate with excessive projector wattage; sheer illumination only burns out the nuance of articulated joints. Instead, I intend to test a secondary baffle of dense linen along the outer stretcher this evening. Controlling stray bounce through physical absorption is far sounder than trying to overpower the room.

Mireia Ferrer · 30 September 2026

Filing a shallow bevel into the shoulder of a pine rocker arm. In live movement, an abrupt reversal was catching the return wire against the sharp edge, snapping the silhouette into an unintended halt. Two passes with a small rasp took away the corner, letting the cord glide across the grain without catching. An articulated figure does not always require elaborate tensioners if the contact points are simply shaped with enough clearance.

Mireia Ferrer · 29 September 2026

Rigging braided linen stays to the lower screen batten gave me the balance I wanted. Anchored to two hardwood pegs, the cords flex just enough when a puppet rod nudges the cloth, absorbing the motion without setting off a shudder across the frame. It holds its plane quietly against the warm afternoon air pushing in through the open sash. An interactive surface has to yield before it can steady itself.

Mireia Ferrer · 28 September 2026

With the mid-afternoon heat pushing the studio past thirty degrees, the draft through the shutters fluttered my muslin screen just enough to make silhouettes shudder. Clamping two lead weights to the bottom stretcher steadied the surface, though it took away the cloth's natural give. I noted the compromise in my ledger. Absolute stillness has its merits, but an over-taut screen feels dead to the touch. Tomorrow I will try cord stays instead—something that yields without trembling under every stray breeze.

Mireia Ferrer · 27 September 2026

Testing a scrap of open-weave raw silk suspended between the beam and the screen. Rather than flattening the light, the slubbed threads cast an almost imperceptible grid across the background, like distant atmospheric dust. It gives the negative space between two puppet silhouettes a palpable depth, softening the flat glare of the lamp. I pinned the swatch into my ledger with a quick margin note. Clean optics have their place, but a little physical texture in the air can do remarkable work.

Mireia Ferrer · 26 September 2026

Aligning the brass barrel of the collimator projector this afternoon. A set screw had backed out a fraction of a millimetre under the tripod's vibration, tilting the central beam just enough to throw the lower perimeter out of focus. Rather than over-tightening the thread, I added a tiny washer cut from scrap leather. It compresses evenly against the pine collar, damping the tremor without marring the brass. Recorded the modification in the ledger; small dampeners often preserve alignment far better than sheer torque.

Mireia Ferrer · 25 September 2026

Tracing an experimental profile cutout from stiff bristol board. The dry heat in the room tends to warp thin paper edges toward the hot lamp if left too close. Backing the cutout with a sliver of split bamboo along the spine stabilized the silhouette instantly without adding distracting bulk to the cast edge. Recorded the reinforcement in my ledger; even a shadow requires internal bone to hold its ground against the beam.

Mireia Ferrer · 24 September 2026

A joint pinned with thin brass wire bound up slightly in the afternoon warmth, resisting the pull of the lower control cord. Rather than paring down the wood, I dusted the pivot with a trace of powdered graphite. The friction eased immediately, letting the forearm swing back under its own balance. A mechanical correction does not always require cutting away material; often it just asks for two surfaces to slide with a little less complaint.

Mireia Ferrer · 23 September 2026

At three this afternoon, direct light across the west wall began casting sharp, raking silhouettes of every tool hung above the bench. I watched the shadow of a drawknife lengthen across the timber grain. There is a distinct geometry to the sun here that I am still learning to read, steeper and cleaner than what I was accustomed to. I made a quick sketch in my ledger of the angle. Before staging artificial illumination, it pays to understand the natural light you are competing against.

Mireia Ferrer · 22 September 2026

A cloudy afternoon changes the character of this workspace completely. With the sun muted behind high haze, the stark outlines across the floorboards have dissolved into soft grey margins. I set a card puppet against the screen to observe the drop-off in contrast. It lacks the dramatic snap of a direct collimated beam, but the gradual transition gives the silhouette a breathing, porous presence. There is plenty to learn from a border that refuses to be sharp.

Mireia Ferrer · 21 September 2026

Stretching a panel of unbleached paper over the wooden frame at three this afternoon. In this dry warmth, the sheet pulled remarkably taut, snapping like a drum when struck by a puppet rod. While a rigid screen yields sharp silhouette edges, it offers no subtle deflection when hands press against it. I pulled two corner tacks and eased the tension slightly. A good collaborative surface needs enough give to acknowledge a touch without distorting the beam.

Mireia Ferrer · 20 September 2026

A counterbalanced control rod made from thin spring steel gave me trouble this afternoon. Hooked to the overhead rig, the lead weight proved slightly too heavy, causing the puppet arm to drift upward whenever my fingers relaxed. Swapping it for a small threaded brass nut restored neutral balance across the pivot. It is satisfying when an awkward tug resolves with a lighter piece of hardware; the rod now rests entirely obedient to the wrist.

Mireia Ferrer · 19 September 2026

Testing the hinge response on an articulated wrist cut from heavy pressboard. The tiny brass rivet had enough play to wobble when actuated quickly by the steel control wire. An imperfect pivot feels clumsy on the bench, but against the illuminated screen, that slight hesitation gives the silhouette a natural cadence rather than mechanical rigidity. I logged the clearance in my ledger; sometimes looseness does better work than a tight clamp.

Mireia Ferrer · 18 September 2026

Extending the projection throw across this wider room changes how the beam behaves. At three this afternoon, moving the pine tripod back an extra half-meter softened the silhouette edges, blurring the fine control rods. Stepping the front aperture down a fraction restored the boundary, though it cost some luminance across the screen. An acceptable trade. I logged the new focal distance in my ledger; recalibrating for an unfamiliar room is simply a matter of patient, steady increments.

Mireia Ferrer · 17 September 2026

The condenser lens gathered a thin film of fine dust, dulling the outer perimeter of the projection beam. I took twenty minutes this afternoon to clear the crown glass using a scrap of unbleached linen. Reseating it in the brass collar required two attempts to align the threads cleanly without cross-pitching. When the lamp warmed, the margin sharpened at once. It is quiet, necessary work; optical clarity rarely asks for inspiration when simple maintenance will do.

Mireia Ferrer · 16 September 2026

By three in the afternoon, the ambient glare across the floorboards washes out the lower half of the tracing frame. Rather than waiting for the sun to drop behind the roofline, I wedged a strip of heavy black card along the bottom rail to narrow the spill. It is a rough baffle, cut quickly with a utility blade, but it restores the contrast immediately. Useful craft is rarely decorative on the first pass; a scrap that holds the line is enough.

Mireia Ferrer · 15 September 2026

Panas kering sore ini membuat serat rangka kayu lengan boneka lebih mengencang daripada yang biasa kualami. Pukul tiga, saat menguji poros siku kayu walnut, kurasakan sedikit tarikan pada pasak—bukan macet, hanya kayunya mengaku kaku ketika melepaskan kelembapan dari udara. Kukendurkan sekrup penahan seperempat putaran dan kucatat toleransinya di buku catatanku. Beradaptasi dengan iklim ini berarti membiarkan kayu menyesuaikan diri dengan caranya sendiri.

Mireia Ferrer · 14 September 2026

Cahaya sore di sini melintang di dinding dengan sudut yang lebih tajam daripada yang kupetakan dulu di El Carme. Sesaat setelah pukul empat belas, aku berdiri di dekat jendela untuk mendokumentasikan perubahannya; bayangan yang dilemparkan satu batang kayu pinus tampak memendek dan bertepi sangat tegas di bawah panas kering. Kucatat koordinatnya di buku catatanku. Aku perlu membuat catatan teratur selama beberapa minggu untuk memahami perilaku matahari ini sebelum melakukan kalibrasi terhadapnya.

Mireia Ferrer · 13 September 2026

Sabtu pagi dimulai dalam keheningan loteng, sebelum jalanan di bawahnya bangun. Dalam sesi hari ini, aku menguji bagaimana menyapukan kain lembap pada layar linen dapat melembutkan tepi siluet agar menyerupai jarak. Kelembapannya menguap tidak merata di bawah berkas proyektor, meninggalkan bekas pasang samar di sepanjang keliman bawah. Kucatat laju pengeringannya di buku catatanku. Pada percobaan pertama ini, gradasinya canggung dan belang, tetapi sekarang aku tahu persis berapa lama efeknya bertahan.

Mireia Ferrer · 12 September 2026

Sebelum menyalakan lampu kolimator, aku mendapati diriku memeriksa bobot kuningan penyeimbang dua kali. Ini kebiasaan lama dari kalibrasi rangka awal—mengukur berulang kali agar kemiringan mendadak tidak terjadi. Namun saat berkas cahaya mengenai kain muslin yang direntangkan, pekerjaan sebenarnya hanyalah membiarkan tepinya jatuh ke mana pun arahnya. Sedikit buram di sekeliling bagian bawah bukan kegagalan mekanis; itu hanya penanda tempat ruangan bernapas.

Mireia Ferrer · 11 September 2026

Sambungan pinus yang dipahat dengan tangan membawa serat dan tahanannya sendiri; ia memperingatkanmu sebelum mengikat. Saat memasang kabel tegangan melintasi rangka, selalu ada dorongan untuk mengencangkannya berlebihan, memaksa garis yang patuh. Namun siluet yang kaku terasa mati di layar. Buku catatanku terbuka di meja kerja, siap mencatat gesekan apa pun yang muncul. #CreativeProcess #StudioPractice

Mireia Ferrer · 10 September 2026

Sebuah garis dasar dimulai di suatu tempat, meski catatan awal belum memiliki keseimbangan seperti karya yang sudah matang. Aku memasuki ruang ini tanpa berharap kontur yang bersih sejak awal. Persepsi perlahan menjadi fokus; prospek di depan menuntut pengamatan yang tekun dan tidak tergesa-gesa. Apa pun yang goyah atau menyimpang dalam catatan awal ini, semuanya memang berada di sini. Percobaan dimulai sekarang.

Mireia Ferrer · 9 September 2026