Golly. Usually there’s not a lot of feedback, at most its like a.…vibe —but I’m taking this one to the bank.
The artwork is a major installation in a luxury hotel private area (high rollers) so the gen public will never see it. There is an nda in place so no pictures and and I’m not even supposed to tell you it. Be damned, my pride overrides that, in the light of actual words transmitted down the wire and made into a picture. But, dear one of my three subscribers, you never saw this
As noted in my last post, I’m winding down a notch, so the studio is transitioning from commercial work to….unpaid?
I still REALLY LIKE making these so we will see about the New Work Order. My lifelong need to create is also in place, so we will see how that works out. But I want to make some drawings with the gold and silver leaf, I’ve been perfecting my methods for a long time and I want to break that. Want to get crunchy &…break it. I cant explain it more than that I need to make it so all else is waste before me
But SO GORGEOUS
The bamboo bangle handle doesnt quite slip onto the wrist, so I’m adding a grosgrain ribbon which can be tied into a loop for carrying. For ease of carriage. For dangles languidly.
There are brooch options
Its so beautiful. The quatrefoil, the Venus of Willendorf, the scarab, the gold, the pearl. So altogether.
I dont know what the hell I’m talking about “non commercial work” bullshit, this whole post has been products
I know I’m not alone in feeling, at times, that Instagram is work, I mean I know it is actually work, but sometimes, the feelings. The correction is coming, trend forecasters are calling it the great exhaustion. Everything is so bad everywhere and everything is marketing to you all the time, we are having marketing in our face all day long and politics, dont even start its exhausting. The politics. 64 countries are holding elections this year. And in America shit is going bad
Anyway I’ve cleared out the studio and have some beautiful wood panels I had made two years ago that are calling out for gold leaf. I hear them, at night, calling out Rosie, there’s a thing to make
Going out on a high, taping this to the bathroom mirror