Yep, it’s that time again.
I’m in a funk.
This one has been lingering for some time now. A good month or so. Hence the lack of posts I suppose.
This is the time when I give up everything.
Jewelry, because I’m no good at it.
Painting, because I’m more than no good at it.
And everything else, because it’s all boring.
I sometimes think it’s because I go, go, go, and then it all collapses, like a balloon deflating.
I actually think now that it’s part of my makeup. I get to do all my creative stuff and then have to rest. Except, when I rest I get in a funk.
I still go in the studio and make stuff. It’s getting into the studio that’s the problem.
So, I’m writing this post today to pretend that I’m not in a funk.
Wallowing time over people.
It’s time to move onwards and upwards.
I’ve been working on enameling.
The colours on these were perfect, straight out of the jar colours, to begin with, but I found them too boring, so after the enamel had set I heated them from the top. These were cream to begin with and as I passed the flame over them they started to bubble, and I suppose burn a little, as the cream turned this nice ochre colour.
I was much happier with these. I’m sure the purist enamelist out there will disagree, but I really have become more and more able to try to forget the rules. Simply put, if it works for you and you like the end result, it doesn’t really matter how you get there.
My new mantra.
These ones had a little mishap, and the enamel chipped off the right one. I’ve fixed them now, and so experienced another learning curve.
Now these ones (below) might look like a mistake, but it was actually intentional. They’re not particularly my favourite, but I’m enjoying experimenting with different outcomes.
Below is an ongoing project for me to practice chasing and repousse.
I’m going to try to make a box. I’m enjoying it as suddenly I found it easier to have the tools ‘chase’ along the metal instead of digging in and going nowhere fast. Not a great outcome yet, but it’s definitely becoming easier with practice.
I kind of like this box as it reminds me of those samplers that children made back in the day where they honed their sewing skills.
Blood and all.
Finally I present to you.
Who is completely shattered after doing absolutely nothing all day except for digging in the dirt and getting filthy.
Man it’s a hard life.
And, the not often photographed Pickles.
Who only allowed me this one shot if I promised not to show all of her fat.
She’s a bit of a diva in that respect.