Howdy strangers. OK, a real post with an actual new batch of things. Can I just say I'm not the most brilliant to send shit to be photoed by not-me right as the holidays fell upon us? So I thought "Fuck it, I can do this." And took the following pictographicals, at which point seeing all the little detail and depth disappear broke my heart all over again fucking Chicago light blah blah blah you're tired of hearing it I know.
Someone asked if I ever used mica for these pendants, so I did.
I freaking love this matchbook label. c a n y o u e v e n s e e i t ? ? ?
And that pizza-bearing unicorns were flying out of each one and hitting you with a soulgasm that could bring about world peace.
Look, side view.
Look- this is an air-dry clay cab Anvil sent that I painted and put under a little jar cap.
How're y'all doing any fucking way? I feel like I haven't seen my bitches in too long. As you can see I'm making smaller, more delicate neck stuff.
Also these earrings are a re-make just cuz.
Fluorite (which is the most counterintuitive way to spell anything).
Gold leafed druzy with brass wire knot... beads? and asymmetrical dangles I finally realized could be paired. I feel like I should be telling you some news but... I went to Virginia to see Father-in-law (or as my Mexican students so adorably thought: 'Father-in-love'.) It was good to see him with his new(ish) lady and their horrifically over-fed old pooch, well loved and taken care of.
Here's a big fat cuff.
Just imagine each of these beads as softly textured, impossibly detailed and subtle and also calling your name.
I even like the back tin.
Now check out a hamster wheel for dogs.
Hold on, we have way more to go.
Sorta scalloped hoops. What else?
Wow, was that ever mundane and uninteresting. Guess that's why I don't chat more about my lack of a life.
With a buncha blur so you can't see my veiny wrist. Which only became veiny because of the injections the doc gave me when I was in Carpal Tunnel hell and then it turns out that stuff in the shot, like, eats subdermal fat near the injection site. For a while the look of my inner wrist reminded me of the dude's rotten veins in Requiem for a Dream, remember that? Fun times.
This is a thick-ass escutcheon which I took 5 years to hammer into a curve. And now I can't figure out how to photo, my plight with all bracelets...
I broke a bit here while hammering, then sort of fixed it with solder, lots of deremel shaping and oxidizing and now you can't even tell. Yay me.
Oh and I think I'll do a cybermonday sale tomorrow with code FIFTEEN for 15% off .
Just now I meant to write "It's dinner time" and instead wrote "It's hammer time."
Can't touch this I guess.