Yes indeed, that is the lovely sybildiscontent getting plastered.
I cannot say enough really wonderful things about her helping me out with this, particularly after the "oops" moment of discovering that the first bout of plaster had actually pooled behind her neck, and locked her completely into the rig. And all of the pain that came with removing the mold.
Unfortunately, the inner layer cracked pretty badly. That was just straight plaster, and I think it dried before it could cure. I'm gonna try and repair it, and since it's more a utility piece than a work of art, it might be okay.
Still, I really can't thank her enough.
Especially because we put stuff on her.
Which garnered reactions like this:
Because it was all she could do. Hee.
Plaster is fun.