Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Front of 'in progress' dogwood. I think I will be hanging little things like a Tahitian pear, a wee diamond briolette and some coral.
This is the back, although at this point I think I prefer it to the front. This piece is a bit heavy so I am cleaning out the insides of the petals to make it a little lighter.
These pieces are getting ready to be a necklace and earring. The larger one was originally carved from wax and the copper one is chased out of sheet using tiny hammers. They are going to go off to be molded tonight.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
this is an early one of a kind version of the Child's Hand, in 18k and moonstone.
When my son William was born I dedicated a sketch book to him. It includes letters to him from me, his father, grandparents, and close family friends. I add little journal entries when I remember just to let him know what he said that day or funny thing he did. I also draw pictures of him from time to time.
I sculpted the Child's Hand bracelet out of wax based on a drawing of Will's hand that I did while he slept. He was around 1 and we were newly in love. He is now 4 now and still the light of my life.
sterling, Tahitian pearl, diamond
I have been working on this dogwood necklace for my May collection. I ran to the caster's this morning to pick up this master. I was super excited to see it in metal for the first time. The petals are actually inside out--I love how the stem is wearing a little petal skirt. I can't wait to finish it. Currently it weighs a ton.
To see if in the blue wax it was carved out of go two posts below.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
paper, wax, brass, copper, enamel
I read a quote by Kit White recently about letting the materials speak to you, instead of only working in your head, or drawing (or working on CAD). "It is easier to find new worlds than to create one."
I can't figure out why this picture will only go into the blog sideways.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
To draw a living line and not tremble from knowing it to be in danger of death at every point along its way, I must sleep in a sort of slumber allowing the sources of my life to flow without restraint into my hand, so that my hand ends by working alone, by flying into a dream, by moving without any care for me.