My Dad is here, working on cleaning out my parents old house. As my parents are happily settled in new digs in Austin - its not a sad, heartbreaking experience... but the process is still exhausting mentally and physically, and a little depressing. We have a dumpster... and we clearly know how to use it! (Picture was taken on Day 2 of 7!)
|My brother ( on left) and husband ( on right ) surveying the territory.|
But amidst the flotsam and jetsam there are treasures to be had!!! You know I am a mixed media artist and sometimes the strangest things spark an idea. Let me show you a few things I happily adopted this week:
1. Vintage clock keys - wire wrapped? Annealed, drilled? Necklace focal or shrine insert?
2. Dutch (?) painted porcelain button - gabled house and ships beyond. Peyote stitch bezel? polymer? Focal on a shrine exterior to draw you in?
3. Vintage celluloid (early plastic) horse. I am thinking it was a Cracker Jack prize back in the day - before my time. Resin? Featured in a shadowbox pendant?
4. Rhinestone bling - broken costume jewelry... Really - no idea. The magpie in me was drawn to the "shiny!"
1. Wee glass bottles ( above tins in top pix) - wire wrapped? Circular peyote around the neck? Corks? Contents? Those tins? Definitely shrine pendants. Altered, manipulated, and secret relics added inside...
2. Id bracelet blank, vintage Mexican silver earring - My Mom saved one earring. Who knows the reason. Its stunning.
3. Broken small pocket watch - no question here. I am just going to polish it and wear it on a long necklace with chunky gemstones!
Derelict, dying, decrepit books. Old dictionaries, and foreign language texts are the best. Why? Words under resin! Lining a shrine interior! Text is a favorite of mine to incorporate into much of my work.
Sorry to be brief - I hope you enjoyed seeing my finds... Its late here Thursday night - I look forward to a bit of down time this weekend (its been dialed up to 11 since before Beadfest) and then the studio next week! Stay tuned for more adventures...
|Brother - waving goodbye from way over there across the vista of detritus.|