I found some small pieces of zinc plates and decided to put them to use. I cut 5 of them into a standard size and coated them with asphaltum with plans to do some observational images at a later date. The plate this print was done on was the odd-ball being too short to make a rectangle, so I made it into a square and did a quick jewelry doodle on it.
This is one of the few pieces of jewelry that I regularly wear. It’s a good luck/ talisman/ charm necklace done man style. ”What in the world is that?” is the standard comment made about it. Then I get to watch their confusion grow as I explain what is hanging from this leather bootlace. A carved walnut wood bead from a tree that I helped mill, the base of a deer antler that I found while walking horse paths in texas, the vertebrae of a snapping turtle I hooked while bottom-rigging in the swamp, and the list goes on
The way I make works would terrify most people. I usually have about 10 projects going at once and I switch back and forth between them. Not every project steams forward to completion. Some of them get partially completed then put on the back-burner for a while… A few of those get revived and changed… some never make it back to the work bench.
One day I walk into my intermediate figure drawing class completely drained and ready to pass out. Since the previous class meeting I had completed and delivered an 18x24 watercolor illustration (which had to be done because I had accepted a completely unrealistic deadline on it.) Our assignment that day was to spend the entire 3 hours on a single charcoal drawing. So, I’m standing there in front of my easel, glancing back and forth between the model, my blank paper, and the floor. I finally snap out of my daze and decide to destroy this drawing with all my might. After 25 minutes, the class takes its first brake and we all walk around the room to see how everyone’s drawings are going. Everyone else in the class are underclassmen, so their drawings are still in the planning phase. Mine is in the touch up phase. The teacher gives me a few points to adjust, the model resumes the pose, and everyone falls back into drawing. I make the adjustments and am falling-asleep-standing-up within ten minutes. After 18 hours of drawing (mostly on the illustration) my draw-o-meter needle is stuck at “no.” I trudge over to the teacher and ask “can I grab some clay and do a figure study in 3d?” He humors me and lets me have at it, so I spend the rest of the class moving around the classroom with a bucket of water and lump of clay. This of corse confuses the daylights out of everyone including the model. Something good came out of that day though, now I can periodically pick this thing up and irritate my girlfriend by saying “Need a hand?”
I wanted to make some bronze cane handles and candlesticks. I enjoy the way leather-hard clay carves, so I figured that I would make the originals out of it instead of the wax I normally use to make the originals for metal castings. The smallest amount of clay I could buy was 25 pounds, which is about 5 times the amount I need. I didn’t want this glob of mud taking up space and potentially going to waste, so of course I decide to throw some flower pots. This is the one that I am the most proud of