Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Working The Space

I am an unabashed dumper of things.  I stack and pile until there are leaning towers of paper, tools, and chotchkas all over the surfaces in my house.  My workspace in the garage seems to be no exception.  Problems arise when you stack crap in an area where you use fire though, so it was time to clean up my act.  My other patrons who made sure I was set up in my studio when they found themselves laden with more tools and equipment than they needed, brought me two fantastic workbenches.  They had been used, but in that great way where the use is visible, but it only encourages you to add to it.  I was not afraid to use these suckers like I would have been with new, pristine surfaces.  I took possession of the benches last fall and did the best I could to manage my space in  an already crowded garage.  I set things up in a way I thought would work and over the next year used the space for many projects.  Then summer came around and it was all kiddos, all the time.  The benches lay cluttered with the detritus of projects and the bits you tend to lay about when passing a flat surface with something in your hand you no longer want to be holding. I walked by it, overwhelmed and with very little free time to get it fixed up.

Then last week happened.  Last week was an awesome celebration of all things family.  My in-laws (really, my friends) came into town with kids in tow and we enjoyed all the great things we love about living near the beach, but don't take advantage of because, ew, traffic.  At the end of their stay, the hubs had one extra day off which he determined to be garage clean up day.  That marvelous man pulled out every last thing in the garage, tossed all of the useless junk, shop vac'd, swept, and all around spiffied up the place.  Then he gave me the greatest gift: three hours of no-kid time to clean and reorganize my benches.  Holy moly was that awesome.  

My workspace is now divided into stations with the appropriate tools for each job in its place.  I have a metals area, a glass cutting area, hot glass, warm glass, and a space for alt materials.  For privacy purposes I'm not publicly posting pics of all my hard work, but if you'd like a peek, shoot me an email and I'll send you a photo.  

Monday, August 31, 2015

Everything That's Old is New Again

I have this marvelous friend (many, actually.... but I digress) from my life in Florida. We'll call her Cy. I met Cy in a restaurant I waited and bartended in and she, her husband and I became fast friends. Over the years, she's also become a patron of sorts to my artwork. She's incredibly encouraging, supportive, and honest. I don't tell her directly enough, but I appreciate it more than words can say. She's ordered pieces from me with the caveat of "just make it the way you want to, I love what you do." In a "have it your way" world, that is a rare kind of faith for a custom artist to encounter! A few months ago, Cy sent me a little envelope of pretty little trinkets. They were pieces of jewelry, some of her favorites, that she had loved and worn to destruction. Once again, she sent faith in a note asking me to rework them the way I'd like. The best part? There was no time limit. They sat, I swished through them with an index finger from time to time. I kept willing them to talk to me. The darned little pieces were mute. Then about a month ago, I received my favorite form of inspiration: The Rio Grande catalog. Rio Grande is one of my favorite piece/parts sources and I've been known (pre-kids) to sit and drool over its pages for weeks at a time. Now that I've got two marvelous distractions running about my house at full tilt, I take it a page here and a page there. My head was dancing with beautiful metals and fantastic ideas. The little pile of bits started practically shaking itself off the countertop. I pulled up the website, ordered some raw materials and waited. By the time they came in, I had one of the items worked out more or less in my head. It was a beautiful drop pendant of a cherry blossom branch, complete with flowers. The only issues I had with it was that it was vertically oriented and of an unknown material. I wouldn't dare hit it with a torch, lest I melt, discolor or deform it. I really wanted it to be horizontal. I also had some beautiful oblong pearls in dark shades that had been part of a pair of earrings. I was going to add them into the piece with the cherry branch, but once I wired it to the new, lovely chain I purchased, I couldn't bring myself to add anything else.
Next I needed to figure out what to do with the lovely pearls I was going to add to the necklace. I was originally planning to make a single piece out of the bits, but I was now looking at two distinct items. I purchased ball ended headpins to work the pendant onto the necklace and had many left over. I slid a pearl onto one and started noodling around. I added another pearl to a second headpin and ended up doing a sort of stack/twist feel with the two. Then I added another and yet one more. It looked great! Problem was, once you make the first earring, you have to make a duplicate. I worked, reworked, ripped apart and finally came up with an organically matching pair.
The last items from the pile were originally part of a pair of earrings with the pearls. They were a jade colored faceted pear shaped drops. They were dreadfully silent. At one point in our back and forth conversations, I mentioned this to Cy and she told me not to worry about it, just do what I could and she'd be happy (see? a dream client!!). A day or two later I was scrolling though Facebook and saw a beautiful colorway on some hand dyed yarn. It was jade and purple and it created a eureka moment. It was time to add a little old school Quiet Sky to the mix. I worked up a rosette pattern in purple rings and wired the stones, which had VERY tiny drill holes, to Argentium silver rings. It came together beautifully.
Cy has since written to me to let me know how happy she is with her pieces. I'm thrilled as I was super happy with them as well.

Chaos Remended

The hanky in chaos was mended beautifully. It felt like 1000 loose ends to sew in, but I managed to get it done. I folded my pretty printed white on white cotton, ironed it down and hand stitched the border to the edges before running each side through the sewing machine to tack down the folds. It turned out quite pretty, I think.
In Othello, the handkerchief is the thing, the "ocular proof" (however false it turns out to be) that leads Othello to distrust and ultimately murder his beloved wife, Desdemona. It had it's own little part to play, and I was very happy with how it turned out.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Don't Get Your Panties in a Twist

I was so happy. I had just put the final stitches into my border for Desdamona's hankie. In working on scenes for Othello (placed in the 1940's, because the twist is the thing) it occurred to me that the hankie has to be special. It can't just be a random prop. On the other hand, it gets tossed and shoved into pockets and gripped throughout the scenes, so granny's heirloom was also out of the question. A few weeks before the audition I had purchased a few crochet thread spools to start experimenting with tatting. While I'll have more on that later, let me just say: The only thing I need to get started on a new method or medium is to have clearance priced tools dangled in front of me. $2.00 tatting shuttles from the craft store? Yes please! Back to the thread, while I hadn't worked with it before, I had worked with tiny crochet hooks and embroidery floss to create delicate flowers. I went to my handy Crochet Borders book (I'm not paid to mention this. I just really like the book) and found a pretty border to work up. I kept in mind the first rule of crocheting in the round. DO. NOT. TWIST. Despite repeating this like a mantra, the $*&@(#! thing became twisted. The biggest issue with this error would be the 10 hours of work I already had into the piece. As I was happily pinning it to block out the stitches (see photo above) I started muttering "no, no, noooooooooo," as I slowly realized that it wasn't just twisted once, but twice. What is a girl to do? The little devil, hmmmmm, maybe rather the sloth on my left shoulder said "meh. It's a prop. tack it down and no one will notice." The angel, er, OCD perfectionist on my right said "rip it all out!! You must make it perfect! YOU will notice!! If you work all day and night and ignore your children and call out sick from your job you CAN get it done!!" Fortunately, cooler, MacGuyverish heads prevailed and I found a happy, if rather frightening middle ground. I grabbed an arch a few in from a corner and CUT THAT SUCKER IN HALF. On the right side, I found the lead loop and knotted it off after backing it up to the beginning of the arch. On the wrong side, I picked out all the stitches to the end of the arch. I took a deep breath, cursed my hatred of finishing work which was now about to quadruple, and patched that sucker back together. it's messy for now.....
...but after all the threads are stitched in, I think my OCD shoulder will be relatively pleased. Now all I have to do is get it on to the actual hankie. I don't think Desi can sob into just a border.

Derailed?

I've blogged before. I've been down this road and it was full of pot holes and swerves. I tend to be rather easily distra... LOOK, SQUIRREL! What can I say other than; that which makes my brain jump tracks is that which makes it able to do all the crazy creative things I do. So I shall endeavor to drop by once a week to show you what I'm working on. If I don't make it, just blame it on my kids or the possibility tha.... OOOO... LOOK! SHINY THING!!