Tuesday 31 July 2012

Work it



I wouldn't call what I've been doing lately "making Jewellery" but that is what I have been up to.  The new pieces don't contain any precious metals or jewels.  I feel like calling them "neckpieces" or something similar?

I sometimes feel frivolous producing cushions or "neckpieces" or collages or whatever... After all, as they say, I'm not saving the world.

But I feel so much better when I'm making these things rather than just having the ideas cluttering up my mind.
Much better.



Anyway, thinking about the "why" of making led me back to what gets my brain ticking over with ideas in the first place.


Russia, Vietnam, Peru, Africa, yep ok even England (Morris dancers...) Colour and joy and damn it, frivolity in their clothes and jewellery and textiles and beads and jingly ribboned bell things (that's them Morris dancers).

You can't get away from it - no doubt a gene for it - we love adorning ourselves and what's around us. Obviously a universal thing and there's no avoiding it.

So I can just get over it and get on with making it.  



Much to be learned from my little boy - his painting opens this post. He just gets on with it and isn't it great work!

More colour inspiration here and if you really need to.. some Morris Dancers here and here.

Thanks to Boom Gallery too for stocking my latest work. Hope to get some in my shop soon too. 


Friday 13 July 2012

goldmining










Minerals, metal. We've been digging them up for such a long time. The bronze age, the iron age, copper, tin....
Everyday wonders. Something to think about when we roll out the aluminium foil.
I try to give the old tins I find some thought in respect of all that went into making them.

(Oh, and of course if you'd like to see more tins and toolboxes you may find them by clicking here.)






Monday 9 July 2012

Deep, dark, woods....

I have a number of my own things lying in wait to be posted but honestly, they have to wait...

Sometimes the internet is a desert and then sometimes, in the wilds out there it's astounding,
breathless.

Anna William's photography and her lush and generous concept, The Voracity.  

It's like finding the gingerbread house. I would like to keep it all to myself and just from time to time treat myself and follow my pebbles back to this magic spot in the deep, dark digital woods.  Not possible of course.











My stuff will be here soon enough. Hope it's not too much of an anticlimax after this.  
I just find it heartening that there are still such darkly whimsical things out there.