I have continued to make more of my doorknob pieces. I really love making them. After realizing that I have been focusing mostly on gold lately, I wanted to do something more silver. I do love silver and here is what I came up with:
The subtle, chevron print gives it a bit of a watery, fish-like vibe (at least in person). I actually debated hanging the key from a fishing line and hook and possibly adding other similar embellishments.
After my weekend plans out-of-town were canceled, it was comforting to know I had MANY constructive things to do (TCB) at home. Consequently, the wall has received another treasure.
I have continued to do my lock/doorknob/key/etc. art pieces & have had an amazing time working on them. I might be a little obsessed. Here are 2 I just finished:
Antique hand forged lock & key from the 1700’sHere is the 6.5 inch key from the photo above A doorknob piece I made for my friend Niki
I haven’t been inspired to write very much, lately. But, I have been all about redecorating, creating pieces of art to hang, and to finally getting around to finishing so many things I have been putting off. Sometimes, I swear I could just keep going and going and never even finish a To-Do List. I am very pleased at how much I have completed, but still can’t help but notice the mound of laundry I need to do, the tub that could be scrubbed, etc. But, for what it’s worth, the above and below are a few pics of the things I have been focused on.
Lately, he’s been making a drink for himself—he calls Lost & Found
Where in the world is it? Where did I put that? Oh my God!
I have been searching
for this for weeks.
I missed you so much!
Sipping on his capricious cocktail— a strong mix of what is coming and leaving— he vows to stop perspiring over the ingredients he can always edit
He is trying to be optimistic— and to believe all the things
are just where they should be
Last week, I was in Brooklyn visiting friends. I went on an excursion with Liz and ended up at a store called Union Max. I bought a set of 1970’s moth/butterfly specimens— each preserved in cellophane.
The lady at the counter warned me that they will easily fall apart; however, they were inexpensive and the idea of framing them felt exciting. I saved one for myself and finally devoted some time this afternoon to frame the one pictured above.
The task ended up being a real mother f’er—the attention to detail required to complete the project was way more than I anticipated. After carefully cutting open the cellophane, the pieces instantly fell apart. I turned off the A.C. to prevent the wings from literally flying away and ran off to grab gloves, tweezers, and other tools.
Painstaking as it was, the end-result was quite satisfying. I am going to try my best to keep the piece safe and sound. Afterwards, I made sure to warn Liz that the one I gave her will probably be a beast.
Here is a photo of her yet-to-be-framed Lime Butterfly—so beautiful and fragile.