Here are a few giant puppets that I have built. They are rather large, and half the charm of them is that wearing them around is tantamount to a death sentence. Sort of low concept body art.

This large scary contraption (the red faced one--the not so red faced one is me) is a rather substantial Bondo (tm) creation. I can't say enough about the brilliance that is Bondo (tm) as a casting material. Truly, the material of choice for the proletarian sculptor. A can of Bondo costs, like, 12 bucks, and can make a whole face, like the one above. Granted, it is rather heavy, but it is easy to work with, and casts well. Enough about Bondo (tm)! This is a large, back-pack related puppet, that stands about 15 feet tall, when on and moving (my head stops where its waist begins). The arms are well articulated, controlled by the big, black sticks. Luckily, the head is the heaviest part, and is the highest part as well, so the balance is all out of whack. Again, wearing this sort of thing is kind of like performance art--you get hurt, and few people really appreciate it.

This next guy is a smaller puppet, but of similar construction. It is Polythemus, the Cyclops. Rather than being made of Bondo (tm), his head is made of more pedestrian (and much lighter) paper-mache. Not as cool, but much less likely to kill me.

Again, I'm under the torso, and controlling the arms with sticks. This poor fellow only has four fingers, but I figure who is going to notice, what with the one eye and all.