yeah.

Can it possibly be pims time again? Cuz I was gonna complain about my sales, then I checked and I made some. But I can still complain that generally I sell tons of tutes but hardly any physical pieces... but then I remembered I'm sending this shop a ton of crap that hasn't sold in forever for her to try to sell. Her being the shop...

I was gonna complain that I seem to be working every day without anything to show for it. Like I did all this embozzeling (embezzling sounds like I'm putting things in bezels! Or, you know, stealing $ from my company):

But these aren't really in keeping with what I want to be my new cosmic direction... and also now that I have all these elaborately matching bits... now what? Except then I did come up with:

Oh and I was gonna complain I somehow lost the mate of the big hoop you see 2 pictures up, but then my husband came in 2 seconds ago and handed it to me, having found it while sweeping the patio. I've had to embezzleboss in the patio because it's too hot to be creating more heat in the house for the AC to contend with. Actually, the last two days have been ok, so I can't complain about that.

I can complain about the mess I made of my 1st ever attempt at 2-part resin:

Hey, why didn't you seal the ladies? That's, like, resin 101, yo! Because ... previously the transparent paper thing had looked good. When I used utee to, you know, circumvent resin. The two being different materials that behave nothing like each other.

Did I ever show you these weird pink plastic buttons w/paper images of elizabeth... whatsherface with marlene dipstick all worn right in the middle that I'd gotten w/my toy haul?

Basically ruined, as they're actually much darker than this. (I can't help but over-fix shit in the photoshoppings. even tho I missed a hair in the lower right. How much of my life do I waste cleaning shit out of my pictures? Why am I such a filth bucket? Why can't I work on tables like normal people?)

This shattered ol' thing I resined into one of my huge glass lenses. It looks ok, even tho it's actually filled with bubbles and there's all kinds of resin and shit stuck to the other side. Oh and I set all my resin pieces to cure in a box that only later I realized was papered, so that was fun. And all my resin overflowed since I'm using it on things that aren't exactly trays... cuz it used to work with thick ol' utee ... So. Fun times removing paper and globs of resin from many many backsides. (There's an ass joke in there somewhere.)

You can't even tell but the only part here that looks really transparent is- her cheeks! Yay.

This is coming along. (Gold rub-n-buff and specks of gold emblazoning on giant wooden button from Ur.)

As are these.

Resined this stick connector to the back so's I could make an arc over the shrine with wire/beads/dogpoo:

These are coming out substantially more retarded than expected:

I think the resin over the ladies isn't helping. I love the idea of a little compartment thing with a vignette like a tiny theater... but now I'm wondering if anyone would actually want this as a necklace. Poo.

I re-did this guy, added leafing on the stamp to make it stand out:

B is for Badr.

Sure, I could have saved the original image to show you a before-and-after, but I thought I'd quickly delete the pix without thinking, thus making this post much less meaningful...

Darling Desperate Daughter.

This was returned to me after they decided not to publish it in belle armoire or jewelry affaire. But that's cool, it only took, like, a year to get it back...

Along with it came-

But I have to remove all the extra chain, put a different charm/medal in the middle of the pocket chain and yeah...

So if I wanna list the one thing they did publish, would it be a no-no to copy their picture? So sick of fixing pictures!

Labyrinthitis. This guy-which I mentioned came out way skinny- seems much less perfect than the first one:

 I think the skull diagram is just more appealing and the way it paired with the polka dot tin was

pretty spectacular. Plus come to find the tobacco tin I used for the other side is rather flimsier than the polkas.  Sigh...

I could scrap the back side and re-do it... Tho... still think it could work for someone... It's not flimsy flimsy. I'll list it for less though...

What else do I wanna grumble and gripe about? I was away from my perch at the computer for a day and a half because of some visitors visiting and now I feel so out of touch! All y'all and your gorgeous blogs and your creative energy- it's really hard to keep up. And I enjoy reading your comments SOOOOO much but then if I don't specifically respond... how are you to know how much I love them? Like, 13- OK, the baby's freaky but I have 3 and feel obligated to use at least one in something. Vintajia, I looked up the glass cutters you recommended- wow. Love. And there's this economy one that has good reviews:

 Ten bucks!! And then I spent 3 hours pouring over that entire stained glass supply shop with a fine-tooth comb. Why? I don't know. But I blame you, Vinatgia!  Imagine the crap I could make with this glass!!

Sure, it's only seventy bucks a sample pack.

Alice, thank you for forgiving me my scumminess. I needed that. And all of you who gave my cosmic gals the thumbs up. Like, juliette, I love that you liked the twin jesus. It actually made me like it more. And yes, sparrow, those girls are intended for simple small chains. Actually, I'm thinking of layering them with-->

So you get 2 necklaces that hang like:

 Don't be jealous of my awesome drawrings.

I put the rolling mill box on to a built-in wooden bookshelf/desk I have that's proly the sturdiest thing in this house.  Getting it up there... what it weighed... saw my life flash before me... the most intense few seconds.... I don't ... I can't.... and this sentence.... won't resolve itself....

 So I cut and tore and sweated the cardboard box off of it and inside I found- another cardboard box! With another box immediately inside that! Fuck me sideways.

Here's the container thing. Come to find it really needs some solder globs on the inside wherever a pin is holing something in place. Because after fidgeting with it enough, they'll just be overtaxed wires... almost there now...
On top of the ... top... there's a... er.... top. I'm serious. See the yellow disc with the orange and blue flower/sun/starburst? That's an old spinning top I got in my toy haul. Just missing the central metal stick you spin it with...  Goddamn does anyone have a clue what I'm saying? So the spinning top toy is on the upper side of the container's lid. The top's on top of the top.

(Can I just say, this phrase is missing a final question mark. As a grammar nazi I find that maddening. Also, the middle 'toast' on the final line should have an 's': toast toasts toast. Arg! I'm so annoying! Everyone hates a grammar nazi.)

'Memeber this:

 It now looks like this:

OK, feeling weepy for no reason, that's totes da pims. Why come no one else goes on and on and on about their menstrual cycle on their blog? Hu?

Whatchu up to?

Me?
I am being a big, grown-up Artist who wrassles with important, Deep Art Questions and is not taken in by girly sugary frivolities like these from beedhappy:

Because as an Arteest I am serious and profound and meaningful and not 50s-era tacky in pinks and
bright blues which I wouldn't know what to do with in my actual work, my oeuvre, my soul's
labor over which I sweat and suffer! And I manage my time responsibly and don't have ick growing 
in my toilets with fully developed eco-systems! Nor do I waste hours staring at cutesy dollhouse mini
furniture for no damn reason because really why would I? Exactly what are you accusing me of anyways you? You imaginary person I'm yelling at hyper defensively?

And anyways, if I were... if I were wasting the precious hours of my life thusly... it's, it's really hot out and as an artist I don't have to explain myself and, and- this is an anomaly!
Phew.
Yeah.
...
Could some- ... anomaly in the -... (pause) space! time! continuum be causing this.... anomaly?

Where was I? What was I saying? Where am I? What's my name? Mommy?

Lets just look at some WIP, shall we? For those of you as retarded at acronyms as me, that's Work In Progress. 

Bride of the galaxy, princess of vast spaces. Our lady of the badass nebula.

You know what's weird I just realized? Earlier today? I'm not goofy or silly in my art. At all. But when I speak as me, personally, as Marina, I cannot not be a goof. Why is that? Like, I'm certainly not considering naming the above 'Our Lady of the Badass Nebula.' ... (On our left, inexplicably twinnified Jesus.)

In any case, as you can see, the whole cosmic thing is totes manifesting. Old images mixed with recent, cutting edge images of nebula (below) and one of Jupiter's moons (above).

 Here's a thing! It's not cosmic, though.

Here's a pink thing.

 Here's a done thing I keep forgetting to photograph. But wait- now it's darker and sort of maroon-ish. It's a canister with a connected top that opens and closes along a cord thing slide thing. I are so articulate!

Above another done thing I can't remember to photograph.
The cuff here is way tight on my wrist, thus making it awesome for all y'all boney maloneys whose wrists are smaller than 6.5 or so. I gotta stop doing that. Thing is I had it all cut out and assembled when I suddenly remembered- ANGLE! I forgot to cut and curl hinges on an angle! Happens when you're making 58 things at a time and can't even remember to brush your teeth. Oh crap. No, seriously I think I forgot to brush my teeth today. CRAP! I don't mean to be gross... Did I eat?

Oh, and here's my attempt at glass cutting. Yup. There it is. Those big scratches of missing paint weren't there before either. That's all me. Oh, and now there's microscopic slivers of glass all over my studio and embedded into a couple knuckles. And it's not the 1st time. Ah, the sacrifices we make ... (It's not really a sacrifice when it's this much fun.)